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About Me

I was raised by a pack of wolves in the Hollywood Hills. Ran away from home at the age of ten, but eventually went back because I forgot my shoes. Soon after my short stint as a bare-footed hobo, I got a toaster oven and moved into the guest cottage. I have never crossed the California state line - why bother?Most of my afternoons are spent pool side writing on my laptop, with an endless supply of pinot noir and at least one full pack of Marlboro Lights. I empty my own ashtrays. Eat standing up. Refuse to date anyone other than myself. My most memorable conversations are those I've had in front of the mirror.

I'm on myspace under an alias because I needed a safe haven for my words. And I had nowhere else to go.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Reckless drunks. People who believe everything they read, hear or see. God. Other writers.

My Blog

I'm just mad about Saffron...

When Roman (the room service guy, and yes, thats his actual name) returned to my hotel suite on that freezing cold August night at the Mark Hopkins, I was dressed to the nines in an Audrey Hepburn...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Sep 2009 17:06:00 GMT

The goodwill of man

On a dreary Wednesday morning I sat up in my king-sized Mark Hopkins bed, still ensconced in my 500-count Egyptian sheet and decided it was high time to make some changes. Though I had been recover...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Aug 2009 17:38:00 GMT

Somewhere between a valley and death

A few mornings back the businessman snuck out of bed for an early morning meeting. Unfortunately I was unable to fall back asleep and decided it was high time for a San Francisco adventure. One can...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Jul 2009 18:16:00 GMT

Top of the Mark

Its been a long time since Ive written anything worth a damn. The reason for this radio silence is related to my return into the wilderness. Honestly, I wasnt too keen on writing about yet anothe...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jun 2009 01:09:00 GMT

An open apology to Eugene

(found this on the internet, thought it was worth sharing...)Dear Eugene,I'm not sure if you remember me. Although I cannot fathom the possibility of forgetting the most highly masterminded seduction ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 23:06:00 GMT

Out of the woods

After a bit of a sojourn, its time to return to my writing and clear my filthy conscience. Since Nancys death I had been bottled up at my parents' house high in the hills of Bel Air. I was content b...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 14:38:00 GMT

The Last Exit

Loss is a powerful experience and has the potential to change perspectives, relationships and values. It comes in many forms - breaking up, moving, death or divorce. Even quitting an old habit or losi...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 09:55:00 GMT

Keep it simple, jackass

My father invited me over for a family dinner a few nights ago. I thought my short stint on the road would keep my parents off of my back, but they were adamant on spending some "quality" time with me...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 01:28:00 GMT

Beyond hope

Yesterday I took a last-minute flight out of Hope, Arizona back home to Los Angeles. I wasn't about to miss exercising my right to vote. This is a pretty important election. Besides, my vision quest t...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 23:27:00 GMT

East of Eden

Yesterday I was at the wheel of my rental car heading east on the 10 freeway. Now that I'm no longer hooched up I cannot bear the thought of taking the bus, and I still haven't figured out the lease o...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 00:25:00 GMT