Love Is Mysterious And Rad, Like Steve

I Always Wanted To Strip. I'm Sort Of One Of Those People Who Would Walk Past A Strip Club And While Everybody Else Might Give It A Passing Glance Or Cracks A Joke, I'd Be Like Pressing My Face Up Against The Window Trying To See In. I Was Very Curious Always.

To Aspiring Writers, I Would Tell Them That We Live In A Wonderful Time Where You're Able To Make Your Work Visible, Easily. If You Think About It, Even Ten Years Ago Or Twenty Years Ago, There Was A Middle Man, There Was A Publisher, There Were Studios, There Was This World Of Rejection Letters. Now, We're In A Place Where We Have The Technology And The Ability To Go Shoot Our Own Movies Or To Put Stuff On Youtube Or A Blog, If You're A Writer, Or Self-publish.

You Definitely Meet A Lot Of Extremely Powerful, Successful, Wealthy People In Hollywood Who Are Extremely Miserable.

The Public's Appetite For Frothy, Flippant Blondes Has Waned, But Paris Hilton Still Fascinates Me.

A Few Months Ago, I Had The Pleasure Of Actually Visiting The Playboy Mansion. I Saw The Peacocks, Fed Grapes To The Monkeys, And Even Braved The Fabled Grotto. After Seeing The Estate, I Understood Why Anyone Would Be Reluctant To Leave.