The middling resume and the empty guest register tell a story at odds with the inner monologue. “Yet the ego is indestructible,” he says. “They’ll put my body in a box one day and put that box in the ground, but my ego will claw its undead ass right back out again.” “Like the godless […]
I was thirteen years old, smearing greasepaint on my face before a show one night, when the high school kid seated next to me – his name was Neil – reached into his mouth and pulled out a bright red plasticky god-knows-what glistening with spittle and bristling all around with stiff silver wire. He set it on the table beside […]
It was driving behind one of those horrific Auschwitz Farms chicken trucks a while back that did it. Pushed me over the edge. Over the edge and into the patchouli-scented arms of vegetarianism. Four weeks and counting. Or not counting, actually. Because I don’t miss it at all. Meat, that is. Surprise, surprise.