Happy birthday, Dad. You would’ve been eighty-five today. Since you died, I’ve been on a quest to find out who you were. You wrote three memoirs, two of which you had duplicated and distributed among your children. For some reason you didn’t give us the third one, even though you finished it in 2009….
How to piss me off
March 1, 2014
A few days ago a Scottish mental patient went off on me like nobody has in years. I don’t know the guy. He objected to this post; I can’t remember what he said exactly because the moderator of the site deleted all of his comments. Here’s the gist. “You’re a narcissistic, childish, aging failure and attention…
Reconstruction
January 30, 2014
Today I began the reconstruction of my ruined literary career. I’m not doing it in the hopes of achieving success but rather to tie up loose ends and not leave Mike and Albee and Lura Dold with the last word. Mike and Lura of Sandpiper Publicity defrauded me of $40,000 by exploiting the suicides of…
From writer to publicist
January 10, 2014
I’ve never made a New Year’s resolution. Well, 2014 is different. My resolution is to make someone famous. Not just anyone; a specific someone. I’m going from writer to publicist. Though I always wanted to be a writer—a professional writer whose work sold—I don’t think it’ll happen. My experiences with Ghosts and Ballyhoo show that…
All parents die
October 31, 2013
Got an e-mail. What are you so upset about? All parents die. Indeed. All humans die. However, there are different ways of dying. Would you rather die in your sleep at the age of eighty-five, or would you rather be flayed alive at the age of thirty? I’m upset at the manner of my parents’…