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.
And then there was the time that a wealthy conservative men’s club invited me to shoot video for an Ebola spoof involving masturbation (their own) and a woman dressed up like Nurse Goodbody. Offensive on so many levels. Of course I accepted. I accepted because they were offering to pay full freight and because the basement […]
