My letter to Mom and Dad continues. 28. On April 14, Mom, you came home. You refused to eat or exercise, even though you’d been told over and over that you needed to do so in order to be a good candidate for chemotherapy. We fought about it, and you accused us of criticizing you….
A big thank you to everyone who read my book
January 15, 2024
Even though things didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped, I want to give a big thank you to everyone who read Ghosts and Ballyhoo and sent me messages. I read them all, and they mean a lot to me. The next phase is going to be very satisfying. People who commit terrible acts of…
The videos my publicists used to scam me, Part One
January 14, 2024
After Dad died I recorded a ten-part video blog about his death. At the time I wasn’t sure if I’d ever make it public, but I eventually decided that I shouldn’t. What changed my mind is the fact that my former publicists scammed me of almost $40,000. What they did was watch these videos, read…
The videos my publicists used to scam me, Part Two
January 14, 2024
Here are the final five parts of Dad’s Death, the videos my publicists used to scam me. I thought long and hard about whether or not such private documents should be made public. The reason I showed them to my publicists was that I needed to explain my solitary lifestyle and why I didn’t want…
Seeing only what you want
January 14, 2024
A little followup on the reason why my publicists thought they could scam me without repercussions. It’s a classic case of seeing only what you want. The answer came to me when I reviewed e-mails that an interviewer sent. Writing about the book, your publicist refers to your humility… To me, you come off as…
Life imitates art
January 13, 2024
I thought of writing a book titled All the Really Weird Stuff I’ve Experienced That Makes People Think I’m Crazy. Now that I’m winding down my attempt at being an author, I’ll just post these things every now and then. They were part of what I thought would make me a desirable guest on the…
Falling Down
January 13, 2024
It’s 3:30 a.m. I originally posted this on August 12, 2013. Now I’ll directly address the person I’m going to make famous. You read this and misinterpreted it, you dope. Like that cretin who interviewed me for the long article, you thought I’d become some kind of emasculated, half-assed Buddhist, forgiving all transgressions and plumply…
It was all for nothing
January 12, 2024
It hit me today: Just like trying to save Mom and Dad, trying to publicize Ghosts and Ballyhoo was a waste of time. It was all for nothing. Tim and I are doing some cleaning up before we have the houses appraised. We’re having to throw away things that represent so much futility. Neither Mom…
The ruin of souls
January 11, 2024
The person I’m going to make famous has compelled me to disclose far more about myself than I wanted. But I’ve spoken to Tim and Eric, and I have their blessings. Some things will be neither confirmed nor denied. But now I’m going to reveal things solely for the purpose of helping you understand the…
Truth in advertising
January 11, 2024
The person I’m going to make famous offered several promises. He guaranteed personalized attention to me and my project. And how! He read absolutely everything I wrote. At the time I thought it was because he liked my writing. He may indeed like it. Psychopaths turn their empathy on and off at will. They can…