In a recent issue of Fortean Times (recommended reading), I learnt that Mitch Winehouse claims Amy Winehouse’s ghost returns to Continue reading
Tales from a smalltown boy’s troubled life growing up in a lakeside town that they forgot to burn down. Misunderstood, pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely boy, I was the one that they’d talk about around town as they put me down.
As the fog lifts from the conservative back waters of Lake Huron, absurdly humorous details of small town life shine through – a beacon to fellow weary travelers, tired of swimming upstream against resistance to change and a stifling lack of creativity.
Truth and facts combine. Names have been changed to protect the innocence and cleverly conceal gaping holes in my memory.
When I was young, I couldn’t skate to save my life. If polar bears were chasing me across the ice, Continue reading
Doesn’t seem fair to me. I think there are different ways to judge genius and genius in its various guises Continue reading