One of my great pleasures is to write in total freedom, not caring in the least what anybody thinks. Today I’m remembering the best Christmas I ever had: December 25, 1989. I lived in Tokyo at the time, and I was faced with a choice. I don’t regret the outcome. Regret is an emotion not…
A very rough day
August 30, 2015
Yes, it was a very rough day. I finally returned to a project that I’ve been neglecting because it represents so much negativity. Murder, lies, being played for a fool, mental illness, evil, injustice… But enough about my marriage. No, I was never married. I did ask one woman to marry me, and she said,…
The postal service missed one
April 3, 2014
Well, the US Postal Service theft ring missed one. The reason is because it was sent domestically instead of from Europe. The funny thing is, this is the most valuable purchase I’ve ever made. It’s an original watercolor by Friedrich Ludwig Scharf (1884-1965), an artist who served in the Imperial German Army during World War…
Mom, I’m really pissed off at you
November 8, 2013
I’m very angry at you for killing yourself, Mom. Sad-angry, not I’ll-smash-your-face angry. So I’m going to do what you always said when you got upset: “I want to write a letter to somebody!” Here’s my letter to you. Dear CeeCee: You died on October 13, 2013, after nine months of refusing to eat. Since…