When one gives up smoking Camels, drinking Maker’s Mark, snorting coke, and smoking crack all at once at a time in which he has no sex life nor the prospect of one in the near future, he picks up, or returns more vigorously to, lesser vices. Anyone who knows me knows that my appreciation for […]

200 lbs. That’s how much I weigh. It’s the most I’ve ever weighed. And I feel it. And my doctor, head doctor that he is, feels it. He’s got a gadget that spins and tells him that a guy with a stature of 5′8″ should weigh 165 lbs. If I did my mathematics correctly, that’s […]

Read a little more about James Frey’s fictional memoir. Now, I’m a big fan of fiction, and I’m a big fan of memoir, but never the twain should meet or mingle. If Frey-scale liberties are taken in a memoir, it should be marketed as fiction and not claim any more or less. I want to […]

I find no shortage of irony in the fact that my new drugs of choice, like my old drugs of choice (the C&C Musing Factory), cause so-called sleep disturbances. Granted, I’m not awake for days at a time, but I still don’t sleep so well. Quantity is up but quality is down; it’s fitful and […]

Seriously, when somebody starts telling me about a dream they had, I start singing Culture Club songs in my head, but damn, last night, short-way into a bout of alcoholing around with some amalgamated folks in the shifty and shifting landscape of a dream, I made it known that I would return promptly with treats, […]