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.
Stealing from Pete Townshend
by Regis Boff
I get a call one afternoon from Pete to come up. I get there, and he is face down on the sofa and without lifting his head he asks,” Did you give me a lot of money last night?” I had given him an enormous amount in hundreds. He whispers “Fuck.” I left. His next album included this song. I believe there was a connection.