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.
Watch your language young man
by Regis Boff
Growing up means demonstrating self-control. I forget now which word I used when I six that got my mouth washed out with a bar of Ivory soap by my mother. I can guarantee though it wasn’t motherfucker.
I routinely use swearing to counter the new and complex system of pronouns and precautions that get thrust upon me. I know that seems old fashioned, but shit, it keeps me out of trouble.