Protected: Oh please
Laird Harrison wants me to comment on his bullshit book about me and my family. Here is my comment:
Laird Harrison wonders why I told him to fuck off. I wonder what he thought I was going to say.
A couple of years ago, when he came around asking me for an interview about my parents’ group marriage, I Read more »
A face from the past 2
OK, so here’s a dilemma.
A few weeks ago I was in San Francisco to attend a conference. I stopped into a toy store in “Pleasant Valley,” as Laird calls the suburb where I grew up. While I was looking at Brio trains, I became aware of a guy standing next to me holding a chemistry set. I got the impression he was checking me out. For the longest time I stood there, unable to turn and face him — maybe because in my subconscious I already knew who he was. Finally I turned and, sure enough, recognized my brother.