I Wasn’t an Alcoholic–I Just Drank to Stay Sane

Before I got sober, I’d only gone without alcohol for more than seven days three times since I was 13.  The first two “extended dry times” led me to attempt suicide and end up in psychiatric hospitals—the third included talking mice, fireworks and long conversations with princesses.  Let me explain. In March of 1978, I’d … Continue reading I Wasn’t an Alcoholic–I Just Drank to Stay Sane

The Vast Indifference of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame–Warren Zevon

Halls of fame are designed to honor the greatest folks in a particular area of expertise.  As a kid, I could name two-thirds of the players in the Baseball Hall of Fame, and explain why they did (or didn’t—I’m looking at you Joe Tinkers, Johnny Evers, and Frank Chance, you recipients of Franklin P. Adams … Continue reading The Vast Indifference of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame–Warren Zevon

In the Event of My Demise–Funeral Plans

At the beginning of the summer, I spent a couple weeks in England, Walking Hadrian’s Wall alone and dreaming dreams of Roman soldiers on the frontier, then travelling to London to meet up with two of my daughters and their mother.  Because there had been a series of bombings and terrorist attacks, I wanted to … Continue reading In the Event of My Demise–Funeral Plans

Art Fights Back: Chuck Palahniuk and Me

Life imitates art, but it’s not often art gets a chance to fight back.  Here’s the true story of this picture. Chuck Palahniuk (pictured above in glasses) has written a number of books I (pictured above in terror) think are pretty great, including Fight Club (yes, THAT Fight Club), Choke and my personal favorite Survivor, … Continue reading Art Fights Back: Chuck Palahniuk and Me