I was a half-second away from becoming a part of this story. The men with the "mullet" haircuts skidded right in front of me while I was travelling on Burnside. I hit the brakes so hard that I almost spilled my white Russian. The assailants stared at me and I stared at them; they peeled off and away as the cops were on their tail. I drove around to see where the chase went off to and I saw the truck on its side - the result of a collision, as the Oregonian story explains. The following is an article that ran in the Oregonian. What's sad is that Glisan is in northeast Portland. It's painful to read for anyone that lives in Portland.

CLICK HERE FOR THE STORY

Whoa... so much going on with me yet I'm not compelled to share. I'll think of something funny soon. Bought a new cell phone. Sweet. I'll get myself into some bizarre situation soon and I'll share it with you when it happens.

I have nothing to say. I was just sick of seeing those two mugs below. Someone asked me recently as to how I got my face superimposed onto the pictures with the porn stars. She thought that I had used Photoshop or something to get my face onto those pictures. It really was me, baby. Click "PICS" above and select "porn star era..." to see what I'm talking about.

Joyce Dewitt and Michael Jackson: Separated at birth?

TV Commercial with me in it is available for stream on GoochRadio.com
[I'll write more about this later.]

Porcupines have their quills. Skunks have their musk. Humans? Human men have liquor dick. Liquor Dick: The body's natural defense against fucking ugly chicks.

I just had one person in a two hour time frame tell me via text message, instant message, and over the phone that I'm a loser that drinks too much. Like my self esteem needs to be taxed to that extreme. The fact that I'm hung over right now doesn't help either.

My commercial is out. I filmed a TV commercial in February and it has finally been released to the local market. It might be in Seattle and Michigan, too. I'll get a video capture and stream it as soon as I can.

Come and knock on our... whoa I don't feel so good.

Actor John Ritter: dead at 54.
Hollywood breathes a sigh of relief as the "8 Simple Rules" star rounds out the "death in threes" superstition. Others who fell within the last week or so are Charles Bronson and Johnny Cash.