Crackpot Monkey

Status report. New Year. First words. Like freshly fallen snow. Soaked in blood. Dramatic climax. Ruined life, ruined love,  ruined family. Everything turns to shit and I’m just standing there, apathetic. Letting it happen. I’m blogging again regularly. Mostly old stuff. I’m frustrated because the blog I’m writing with other authors has morphed into a … More Crackpot Monkey


I don’t write enough. I know. I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad sign. Maybe a little bit of both. But an awful lot has happened in the last few weeks. The most significant was probably my time in Frankfurt with the intention of starting a new job as head bartender. Two … More Christmas


It’s been more than a month since I last wrote here. I’ve noticed a pattern. The better I feel, the less I feel the need to write these pages. Probably because I have much less need for clarification in my head. A better life is possible. What started more than a year ago as a … More Taira