I will forgive you your unfmiliarity with the hidden reference, meant for a select gnostic few. Trust me, it ain't Rush...
I do indeed know, personally and intimately, other available drunken pill addicts. But if you've ever date-raped a drunken pill addict, you would agree that the Herculean task of managing the accompanying baggage can be quite overwhelming, without a level of discipline equal to the task.
Getting "some," even from an unconscious sack of flesh soaked in vodka and pain killers, is still a powerful and tempting incentive nonetheless. The little devil on the left shoulder always seems to win.
The basics: Fell into TV news 16 years ago and remained there until a run-in with CNN management earlier this year over what you're reading right now. During my somewhat illustrious and certainly notorious career, I've been a producer and manager at the local and network levels in Miami, Los Angeles and New York. I have a couple of Emmys to my name as well as a Golden Mic Award, none of which mitigates the fact that I'm kind of an unrepentant wise-ass. I live in New York City with my wife -- a beautiful, brilliant and extraordinarily patient woman named Jayne -- and our new baby girl. I'd love for somebody to properly explain to me why America hasn't deported Bush, Cheney and around 73% of Congress, Hollywood hasn't stopped trying to convince me that Sarah Jessica Parker is attractive, gullible soccer moms haven't realized that they share absolutely no kinship with Oprah, and Fox canceled Firefly. I'm a regular contributor to The Huffington Post, 23/6, "The Morning Briefing" on XM Radio Channel 130, and Pajiba.com. By all means, feel free to pester me at: deusexmalcontent@gmail.com.
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3 comments:
Damn.
I was rather looking forward to an even more detailed hypothetical exploration of my on-going imaginary fantasies of date-raping Paula Abdul.
Ah well....
I'll have to turn my attention elsewhere. Let's see, do I know any other drunken pill addicts?
"Let's see, do I know any other drunken pill addicts?"
You sure do, but you may not like the answer. The addict's name is... Rush.
Ahhh...
I will forgive you your unfmiliarity with the hidden reference, meant for a select gnostic few. Trust me, it ain't Rush...
I do indeed know, personally and intimately, other available drunken pill addicts. But if you've ever date-raped a drunken pill addict, you would agree that the Herculean task of managing the accompanying baggage can be quite overwhelming, without a level of discipline equal to the task.
Getting "some," even from an unconscious sack of flesh soaked in vodka and pain killers, is still a powerful and tempting incentive nonetheless. The little devil on the left shoulder always seems to win.
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