Now, Hemingway had his bullshit, I mean his bullfighting, and I have my JUNK. I love the theme of my thrift store and the dinosaurs Junkmen I was lucky enough to meet when I started in this business.
I started to smoke cigars like they did, as I listened to their treasure stories, mob stories, junkie stories, women stories. These guys were Pirates and I was the kid on the ship bringing them the rum and listening to wonderful lands of intrigue all in the five boroughs. New York really has millions of stories, and those millions of stories lived somewhere, and when they died, I got to see how they lived and learned a piece of their story. It was a way I learned to solve mysteries of how people lived, my own way. For example, I look at pots and pans differently than you do. I can tell a lot by the handle and by the condition of a pan…
Come with me on an adventure. Whether you come on my ship of stories, or on land at my thrift store. You should know that you are a part of the luckiest man on the planet and I bet after you’ve introduced yourself to me, we will swap stories and I will even feel luckier.
You are my guinea pigs. I am experimenting on you. I love you and I plan on taking good care of you… eventually.
Maybe I am experimenting on myself. I have a few books now and will publish them here. Some things are done, some are early drafts. The early drafts are what makes for all the experimentation. I am not trying to be mean, it’s just some writing, till I can get to edit it.
Still, I publish it here in the hopes that there are some real gems within the jungle of the first draft mind.