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Tucker Max shows up in the oddest places.

I’m writing this on a friend’s computer in Phoenix, Arizona. Joy, one of my best friends has lived here for 7 years, and we had an epic party last night to celebrate her birthday. It’s the first time I’ve come to visit her, and I feel terrible that it’s taken me this long. After having moved to New York City in December 2006, I better appreciate how much it means to have your core friends meet your new friends and to see what your new life looks like.

In addition to being one of my closest friends on the planet, Joy and I share something else. We have a healthy appreciation for the humor and the spectacle that is Tucker Max. In the beginning of 2006, when his book “I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell” came out, it quickly became a bestseller, partly in thanks to the robust community of fans of his website, where he first began publishing his short stories. Continue reading

A Year in the Land of MySpace

Something strange happened back in January 2006. I spent my “un-wedding day” in a foggy haze at a car dealership, where my best friend basically bought my car for me because I was so out of it. I don’t think I even cared what year the car was. I remember signing paperwork and that’s about it. I was waking up from what I was now realize was an abusive relationship.

I had also just started a new job. While I was dating my ex, I had distanced myself a little from my friends because they didn’t like him (and they’d also want me to tell you that they were freaked out about who I became while I was with him). But, with the breakup now made official by a football field’s worth of required distance at all times, I felt I could breathe again. Friends had been inviting me to join MySpace for months and on January 31, 2006, I finally did. (I might have avoided it a few months more had I not found the profile of my one of my best friends from high school. We lost touch in college, and I tried sending her a message but I couldn’t unless I signed up. Bean, for all that follows, I owe ya.) Continue reading

More Influential Than the Bible? That Must Be Some Book.

Get this: I read the Bible every day all through high school – until midway through senior year when I decided I had had just about enough of that. I spent half my childhood as a Catholic and the other half as the child of a preacher. Only one other book has had more of a tangible effect on my actions and thought processes since the Bible. No joke.

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“People secretly yearn to be led astray by someone who knows where they are going.” – Robert Greene.

If you’ve been reading my posts here for awhile, you’ve seen the above quote three or four times. I want to tell you a little bit about the book it came from and the man who wrote it. Continue reading

Getting Drunk to Protect my First Amendment Rights: The Conclusion

Tucker won his case. Read about it here: First Amendment’s a bitch, ain’t it, Antnee? Congratulations!

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The post below was originally published April 19, 2006.

The opportunity to get absolutely trashed and say, “Don’t judge me! It’s in the name of my constitutional rights,” has never presented itself to me. Until now.

I’m leaving for Philly tomorrow night to support Tucker Max and help pay his legal bills. An a-hole in Philly got verbally spanked on Tucker’s internet message board, so he wants to sue Mr. Max for over $1 mil. And it’s just not right. Here’s the deal: Continue reading

Trading Space for Time

“Time is the only commodity. There is no other.” – a tomato grower I interviewed in New Hampshire

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NOTE: This blog was originally posted on MySpace, and was about the first time I met author/screenwriter/producer Tucker Max. Tucker has been an inspiration, first as writer and second as a businessman, since I first discovered his website in 2004. This was written in May 2006, but I’m sure by the time most people find or read this post on this site in 2009, he is on his way to becoming a household name with a blockbuster movie. To see the reason for the trip, read this post.

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The trip to Philly started off normal enough. By normal, I mean driving up to Portsmouth and commiting to a six-hour car ride with a guy who I’ve only spoken on the phone with. Continue reading