Hall of Fame “Adventures” Include:
- Getting a social media shout out from Britney Spears
- Crashing the Grammy Awards
- Crashing the Spiderman Premiere
- Crashing an SNL after party (while underage)
- Inheriting a national monument in Ireland (I call it “caretaking”)
- Dancing on stage with Prince
- Losing everything I owned in a massive cockroach infestation
- Bartering social media to live for a year getting to 12 states with $10 to my name
- Meeting Jack Dorsey and Rick Rubin outside of a teepee
- Planning the meeting for my friend and neighbor’s murder (you can’t google what to do in that situation)
- Outing a con-man using synesthesia
- Accurately identifying gang stalking
- Setting legal precedent in the state of CT at age 17
- Having my life rights, trademarks and intellectual property sell in a four way bidding war between ABC, CBS, NBC, and FOX networks (not actually based on the truth of my life, but on what someone else wanted from it).
- That was BEFORE I found out I’m autistic and have a condition called synesthesia.
::duh:: No shit, sherlock! How do you think I did all those things?!
"Non-Hall of Fame Adventure" posts ... but still funny & insightful:
#Question: What is the most effective way to “get over” a murder investigation? Answer: A global pandemic
After the murder happened, my brain and body became completely catatonic. You might have seen me physically but if you asked me what was going on, I wouldn’t tell you because I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t process the words mentally, let alone speak them.
Besides, just because I made the decision to go to the Burn, didn’t actually mean that I had any sort of ticket. Did I mention how difficult tickets are to get? (I actually learned that they release 50,000 tickets to any sort of “camp” that creates art … tell you more about that
I then quickly slid the loose wristband off and walked back outside. Pro tip: when a bouncer of any kind is putting on a wristband, explain to them you feel “claustrophobic” if it’s on too tight. When it’s loose, you can slide it right off your wrist and pass it to someone else. Before yo
We then make the trek up the hill to my new friend’s car, and I could tell within .25 seconds we were going to be friends. Out of everyone in the group, I could tell how down to Earth she was, and could intuitively tell she was going to utter the same sentence of “this isn’t really me.” I
I’m not sure what kept my interest in that exact moment – the radical honesty? the marketing of intelligence? I’m not the kind of person that would ever want a guy because he was “someone else’s,” in fact quite the opposite … I’m more likely to ask for a threesome.
click the image to read the article So, a few hours ago – my buddy over at the popular car blog Jalopnik gave me a heads up that a story about me was about to go live. (Pretty decent of him actually)
The story then goes live at 4:30 EST and it made no sense. First off, they included a
A hoi hoi nerderinos,
So, it occurred to me yesterday after my meeting with the fancy pants management agency – that I totally haven’t written out my entire story yet on crashing the grammys last year. Sure, there’s a vid, and there were all the posts done in real time – but this is different ..
Yeah. Totally not kidding. Wanna know how it happened?
Because of my spirithood.
Like period. End of sentence.
Actually, first, let’s take a few steps back. Did you guys know I even got the new Night Owl Spirithood? No prolly not – cause I haven’t even posted on it yet
All of the dates were a total blast. There were less than 5 that I can honestly say I didn’t enjoy, and only 2 that I actually wanted to walk out from. The OKC algorithm is AMMAAZIINNNGGG at matching people, but chemistry is intangible. I was curious to find the organic root of attraction. What ar