So, I chat with lots of folks online, and generally speaking, we email back and forth for about a week… and then they google me. I know that’s what happens, because we’re having this lovely conversation, getting on swimmingly, and then suddenly they Just. Stop. Talking. To. Me. Without fail!
Seriously. It’s not when we reach a specific topic or anything. I swear, it’s just that they finally get around to typing my name in a search window. Is there really something that horritastic, funnifying, terroriffic about me?
I never make much of a secret about anything, so I suppose it must just be the cumulative effect of everything in concert? Nobody’s truly prepared for an intelligent, scotch-swilling, candy-noshing, geek-licking, dead guy-loving artist.
Even in LA. Go figure.
LIKE A HURRICANE. I WILL ROCK YOU.
…or something. I dunno. Frak. QQ




