Intergalactic Drunkard

It seems that banging on about underpants, strippers and my inability to find non-psychotic housemates in Melbourne’s suburbs for the past few months has given me some sort of blogging street cred (even if the goddamn tough kids do keep stealing my lunch money). I’ve been asked by Jeb, formerly of World Wide Jeb, to write for his new collaborative site, Tastes Like Drunk. Naturally, I was so pleased and flattered that it took me forever to write a goddamn entry, but I finally got around to doing so. I’d forgotten the story of my father’s relationship with Jesus until I was casting around for a childhood trauma to write about. Whee!

It was very nice to be asked. It’s like being popular, except I haven’t had to blow any football players!

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