Why am I doing this?

What kind of knowledge can anyone get from an over 40 Goth/Pagan Bohemian that haunts local coffee houses playing the concertina reciting horrid vampire poetry dressed like Marie Antionettes great fat aunt?

Plenty I hope.

I have lived. Like that line from Mame: Live Live Live! Life is a banquet and some poor suckers are starving to death!

I hope some of you find my writings insightful or at least get a laugh from my epic adventures.

So lift your glass, and Cheers!