I'm on a quest for spiritual enlightenment. Specifically, I'm out to find myself.
Oops. I just did.
This weekend, the Murder Mystery Company sent me to Burlington, Iowa to do a show in a Howard Johnson's. There was dancing afterward, a casino next door, and a severe lack of bedbugs. It was miserable.
One good thing came out of the weekend. I've discovered my alter ego. His name is Poison, and he's a rock star from 1984 who speaks with a somewhere-from-the-British-Territories accent. He looks like this:
Also, know that I love Poison as much as you do. He's sincere, artistic, emotional, accomplished, occasionally childish, hits liberally on women, and sings. Have I found myself by hiding myself? Stranger things have happened.
* Oh. Now I see the tube socks.**
** Hey, this entry didn't mention my book even once!