I used to love those “soup” books with all their warm fuzzy stories, but after a while they got a little mundane. Besides, life isn’t really like that for me. My life is not warm or fuzzy most of the time. Most of the time really weird things happen to me. There are no books for stories that would be a part of my life. My life is just too disfunctional.
So one day, when a man was on the hood of my car while I was on a busy boulevard and I had 911 on my cell phone trying to get someone to come and take him off, I came up with the idea of “The Black Hole of Luck Memoirs.” [Read more…]