The following entries are excerpts from my first novel, or rather more of a roman-a-clef, entitled Junk: A Memoir. I began writing this perhaps five years ago, and I am still trying to face rewrites and editing before I begin a search for an agent and hopefully publication. It is merely the tale of my …
As I was dealing with the fact that I can’t collect all the issues of Ex Machina as the series is still ongoing and on sale, I decided to explore some of the other graphic novels in my library, and I decided to have a look at Wildcats Version 3.0. I was not in the …
I finally got my IMDB entry for my work as Art Director on The Weathered Underground. That experience was one of the more formative ones I have had in my adult life. We worked our asses off, pulling 16 hour days everyday for 45 days straight. This was my first quasi-Hollywood experience, and I wanted …
I have a bookmark folder on my computer, called Affiliate Marketing Obsession. Every so often I become obsessed with starting a website to sell everything in the world for a small share of the profits. On the internet you can do this with pretty much everything there is to buy in the whole goddamn world. …
Historically, the United States has ingrained in its consciousness the notion of hard work. In keeping with this is the notion of a basic caste system, or strata of social classes. It seems the American work ethic is a major factor in contributing to this mentality. When FDR essentially created the Middle Class in an …
I continued marching down Fifty-fourth Street, into the approaching theatre district. The people on the street had slowly morphed into a different crowd. The businessmen and women were still forging their way east, while groups of tourists began to mix among them, on their way to the latest play on Broadway. Occasionally a member of …
I left that particular bar behind, bidding Seamus adieu, and walked out into the chill of Third Avenue heading uptown. I decided to head west at around Forty-Second and hit a couple more bars before I went to some of the strip clubs west of Seventh Avenue. A little nudity for hire might be just …
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who’s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore. Strike another match, go start anew. And it’s all over now, Baby Blue. —Bob Dylan “Scotch, no ice.” This had …