Chuck, I'm currently making my way through Not Forever (slowly so I can savor it). I'm fully aware of how cheesy this is going to sound, but I promise you I'm 100% sincere when I say it. This is one of those incredibly, incredibly rare books where as I'm reading it I'm already sad because I'll never again get to have the experience of reading it for the first time. It's that good. You really have outdone yourself with this one.
As one who’s done many tours, once you’ve wrapped your wet undies in a towel, put in on the floor and step on it. Turn it and walk again. It’s easier than wringing.
Reading about your first job washing dishes, reminded me of washing dishes at that age also. Watching kids eat off the plates that were just brought back, having the women that cooked, chase me to the back room trying to grab my thirteen year old manhood with tongs. It was a hell of a scene!
Denver’s happy to have you! I can’t believe they don’t have a proper place for underwear washing at Hotel Teatro... or the Hyatt on 17th... I’m going to have a word with those ppl at The Brown Palace.. (am I warm?!)
I want to write a story involving adult babies for the possibility of doing what you suggested, coming up with rules and games. Also, I need to avoid writing it like Fight Club. First rule of Baby Club is never talk like a grown up.
Reading this was great timing for me. In my memoir I've just arrived at a Carnevale party dressed as a Volcano goddess and a fireman in Venetian opera house has just kissed me within an inch of my life. Should I slap him and report sexual harassment? Or enjoy it? I'm happily married but can't really blame him. I'm smoking hot.
Similar thing going on in Dostoevsky's The House of the Dead. Each inmate would get a chance to get blind drunk for a couple of days while the others hid him from the guards .
Chuck, I'm currently making my way through Not Forever (slowly so I can savor it). I'm fully aware of how cheesy this is going to sound, but I promise you I'm 100% sincere when I say it. This is one of those incredibly, incredibly rare books where as I'm reading it I'm already sad because I'll never again get to have the experience of reading it for the first time. It's that good. You really have outdone yourself with this one.
The most recent Burning Man was an absolute horror show; like Fyre Festival level of bad. You love to see it.
First rule. Don't talk about The Game.
My game that saves the world is one were trucks pull into diner parking lots with a politicians roped to their hoods instead of deer.
I bought a bow last week and am taking up hunting this year. But I wont be drinking or camping or reducing vomit au jus on an engine block.
Why is it that your characters always get their needs met in an inauthentic way? Just because its more interesting?
Please tell me you are working on your Memoirs 🙏🏼
As one who’s done many tours, once you’ve wrapped your wet undies in a towel, put in on the floor and step on it. Turn it and walk again. It’s easier than wringing.
Great story.
Glad to see Joseph Campbell’s Jungian Hero campfire tales endure.
Clean underwear optional.
Fist one to fall asleep at the sleepover gets their bra, or in your case underwear, frozen.
Shout out to John for getting me to read Trickster
Reading about your first job washing dishes, reminded me of washing dishes at that age also. Watching kids eat off the plates that were just brought back, having the women that cooked, chase me to the back room trying to grab my thirteen year old manhood with tongs. It was a hell of a scene!
Denver’s happy to have you! I can’t believe they don’t have a proper place for underwear washing at Hotel Teatro... or the Hyatt on 17th... I’m going to have a word with those ppl at The Brown Palace.. (am I warm?!)
I want to write a story involving adult babies for the possibility of doing what you suggested, coming up with rules and games. Also, I need to avoid writing it like Fight Club. First rule of Baby Club is never talk like a grown up.
Reading this was great timing for me. In my memoir I've just arrived at a Carnevale party dressed as a Volcano goddess and a fireman in Venetian opera house has just kissed me within an inch of my life. Should I slap him and report sexual harassment? Or enjoy it? I'm happily married but can't really blame him. I'm smoking hot.
Similar thing going on in Dostoevsky's The House of the Dead. Each inmate would get a chance to get blind drunk for a couple of days while the others hid him from the guards .