I can handle horror films. I love blood and guts. In fact, when I was in High School my dream was to become a special effects make-up artist. Give me Karo Syrup and food coloring and I’ll give you a bloodbath!
Real blood and guts however…different story. I’ve never been able to handle even the lightest discussion of the stuff. In college when I had my lower wisdom teeth removed, I stood next to the Doctor who’d be doing the job and he was pointing at …

So, my anti-drinking post yesterday has garnered more comments than any post I’ve ever made which is sad. Especially when you consider the brilliance that is THIS POST. Oh well.
I figured I’d take a moment to respond to a few things…
1. That was not a rant. That’s how I feel and felt for a MIGHTY long time. I was simply putting it all down on paper.
2. What I loved about posting it was the number of folks here (and on MySpace where I also …

“Would you please ignore that you found me on the floor
Trying on your camisole?
Oh, Alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself,
I’ll use something else.”
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I don’t drink.
I may or may not have said that elsewhere in this journal or if you know me you know this. Or if you don’t know me you’re learning something.
I don’t drink.
I’ve basically never had any alcohol in my life. Well, that’s not true. I remember having a few sips of beer from time to time from …

“What did you do before you shaved this morning.” That was the usual greeting I received from him. That or, “Why don’t you stand a little closer to the razor next time?”
I shave, I just don’t shave DAILY. Like when I’m on vacation, which is usually when I’d see him. This would always anger me. Especially in later years because really, why was it any of his business when I shaved?
My earliest memories of my Grandfather were of his and my Grandmother’s condo in Millbrae, …