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!