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(not sure of the exact date, but it was Ash Wednesday in 1979) - was the first time I felt the bliss of narcotics. In a hospital. I loved it. It probably helped contribute to a lot of my troubles later in life.

I’m off narcotics now for many many years, and am happy.

I was given demerol in the hospital. I was in there with burns on my ass from a hazing incident at The Church Farm School. (now called “The School at Church Farm”). Two kids, Patrick and Jim (I won’t post their last names, no reason to) burned me in a really nasty hazing incident. I was in the hospital for a week and they got kicked out of school. Patrick was allowed to return the following year. It sucked having to see that guy every day.

I’m having a much better day today than I had that day 30 years ago!

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Getting ready for an open carry vacation in Wyoming:

Charlie says “This is an initiation of force!”:

Happy squit beasts in catente (Cat Détente):

Peanut: Cat without a face:

Inside of a USB drive. It went through the wash and died, so I took it apart to “see what makes it tick”:

Peanut put himself in “kitty jail”:

Debra Jean gently noshing on Fuzzy’s tail:

Fuzzy being a scardy cat:

MEW! Have a wonderful week! We sure are so far!

I got a quarterly check for sales from $30 Film School yesterday, 850 bucks. Doesn’t sound like a lot, but remember, first edition of that book came out in May of 2003.

I’ve made 30,000 bucks on that book. It’s trickled in, but has been a perennial favorite, for sure. There were many times when I lived alone that a check from that book meant not getting evicted, and made me able to pay my late rent, buy a week’s worth of burrito ingredients and get a carton of smokes. And a couple pounds of coffee to fuel more work.

I’m hoping the YouTube book will have a long life. It’s feeling like it will, based on early sales, and saturation in stores. Here’s a photo of the book at a Barnes & Nobel store in Virginia, sent in by a viewer.

I work my little butt off on whatever I’m doing, be it books, films, or non-commercial podcasts. Mailbox money from nine books and three films gives me some cushion to work on new projects. (Like my current book in progress, A User’s Manual for the Human Experience, I’m trying to get an agent for that, and one is looking at it now. Who knows if she’ll take it, or if anyone will. It’s pretty radical. That book may end up being a best seller on Oprah lol…or I may give it away free on BitTorrent, as well as self-publishing on demand. Don’t know yet, but it may be my best work yet.)

The “mailbox money” trickle lets me make things great without ever worrying whether or not they’ll make money. And that allows me to make everything great, without compromising my standards to the whims of commercial tastes.

Anyone who thinks that working at home self-employed as an artist is a life of leisure, well that person is insane. I work 80-100 hours a week and make about the same I did as an executive assistant in an office in 1999 (adjusted for inflation).

Some of my projects make money, some don’t. I just put it all out there and see what sticks to the universe. Even the ones that don’t make money help people, and the process of creating them helps me.

And some of the projects that make the least money (or no money) feed my soul the most.

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