The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Broken Noses and Small Penises
by Regis Boff
I was raised a Methodist. We did not fuck about. We could not remodel our private houses of sin like those lucky Catholics. I grew up envying their stipends for confessional forgiveness.
We carried our transgressions through our lives like broken noses and small penises. We had to adjust to our mistakes. Errors of judgment did not adjust to us. I came to figure we were a little like Jews in this matter. I think this is probably why Jewish people have always been my favorites, (that is, after I met my first one in college). They never appear to be even vaguely confused when they do wrong. Just like me.