GeneralDrugs. Motorcycles. Firearms. Football. Politics. the Decline of Western Civilization. the Truth Behind September 11th.
- May 23, 2007 9:57 PM When the drugs begin to take hold.
- May 23, 2007 9:45 PM The Iron Finger of Chairman Bush.
- Apr 28, 2007 8:08 PM Once they get you violent, they know how to handle you.
- Jan 21, 2007 6:15 PM They know what's good for you. You don't.
- Dec 16, 2006 4:57 PM Air Traffic Control.
About me:A journalist and author of some repute.
Sometimes I worked for three newspapers at once. I wrote ad copy for new casinos and bowling alleys. I was a consultant for the cockfighting syndicate, an utterly corrupt high-end restaurant critic, a yachting photographer and a routine victim of police brutality. It was a greedy life and I was good at it. I made some interesting friends, had enough money to get around, and learned a lot about the world that I could never have learned any other way.
Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vague optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top.
At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles- a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other- that kept me going.
In the cab I leaned back and lit a small cigar I'd bought in the coffee shop. I was feeling better now, warm and sleepy and absolutely free. With the palms zipping past and the big sun burning down on the road ahead, I had a flash of something I hadn't felt since my first few months in Europe- a mixture of ignorance and a loose, 'what the hell' kind of confidence that comes on a man when the wind picks up and he begins to move in hard straight line toward an unknown horizon...
Who I'd like to meet:No one. I'm dead, fucker.
- Status: Married
- Hometown: Louisville, Kentucky
- Orientation: Straight
- Religion: Other
- Zodiac Sign: Cancer
- Children: Proud parent
- Smoke / Drink: Yes / Yes
- Education: Post grad
- Income: $250,000 and Higher
Florida State University
1956 to 1960
- Tallahassee, FLORIDA
- Graduated: 1960
- Student status: Alumni