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.
Chapter #1 The First Thing to Explain
by Regis Boff
If there was a signature of constancy in my childhood, it was my mother bringing men into my orbit, so I could observe her hurt them. Loving her as I did, I wanted her suitors to suffer, and she obliged me by dropping these men’s hearts into me, like worms into a hungry baby bird’s jealous beak.
One day after meeting my aunt for the first time at mother’s funeral, I arrived at her hotel room intending to kill her. Her sister, my mother, had made me peculiar.