It was a beautiful night in Georgia in my car, in the dark, listening to a far away radio station playing "The Adventures of Sam Spade" on my AM radio. It was like I was in another more gentler time.
I believe in The South every other woman above the age of 17 is a mother and ex-wife of some Military dude. Those Army guys know how to get in and get out!
These young mothers, divorced, away from their families, out of work… End up working in strip clubs, or going to school to become a nurse, but mostly they go to work in Gentlemen's Clubs.
Just found out there's a strip club here that hires a few girls to be ugly so the guys won't hang around too long. I wonder if the girls know that's what they were hired for, isn't that the saddest thing?
Can't imagine that it's a common practice at strip clubs. It reminds me of how the architecture of an "all you can eat" diner is set up to make patrons uncomfortable so they won't stay and graze all day, or how PT Barnum had signs that pointed the way to the "egress" so people would go through the exit and end up on the outside and have to pay to get back in.
Thought I heard thunder, but turned out to be my belly grumbling. Then had a gnat fly up my nose! Now I hear it buzzing around inside my head! I'm so sleepy. It's not easy sleeping in a car when you're 6' 2" and it's a compact, but do soldiers complain about sleeping in a hot cramped tank?
I dunno, but my homelessness is my war and this economy is my battlefield.
I think I deserve one. I think a big tall cold margarita is what I need! Today would be great for one! My head hurts. I've been trying for so long to figure out my deal. I mean, seriously, "What in the Hee-Haw Hell is going on with me?"
Why can't I figure it out?
Why ain't I a Bazzillionaire? I mean, I deserve it just as much as some terrorist supporting guy born into an oil rich family, or some toothless wife beating racist who just happened to buy the winning superlotto quick pick on the way to the store to get some smokes even though his kid needs medicine.
Yesterday I moved a refrigerator for a guy who has a ton of money. I asked his friends what he did to get the money to buy the big house, the Shelby in his hanger, the big boat, his assorted rare guns… and I was told, "He had a heavily insured wife that died."
Damn.
I wonder if he's doing what she would have wanted with this money? Maybe some people want their spouses to live it up after their gone.
I remember meeting a kid going to USC who was getting a free college education because an uncle died and had set up a fund for his nieces and nephews. This kid felt entitled and didn't really know the uncle, didn't have a picture of him in his pad and didn't seem to care to learn anything about him at all. I thought this was terribly sad.
I wish that dead dude would crawl out of his grave and with pieces falling off his rotting body, bust into that brat kids $4000 a month apartment and throw him threw the window to the street 5 floors below onto the roof of his pussy-ass sports car!
Money isn't that big a deal to me. Obviously, because I have none. I think the poor think about money more than the rich. Maybe I think about my lack of money more. Maybe the rich think about the things they possess. I think about bills, my belly grumbling because of the lack of food, the books I can't buy, the car falling apart, the clothes I don't have, the house I can't buy, the girl I can't support, the kids I didn't have and how lucky they are they were not born to a man who can't make enough money to take care of them, but that's not a man is it? A man would make money to make all that good stuff come true, wouldn't he? A real man would find a way to make money to get a nice car, a nice house, nice clothes, and the things that would attract a loving wife to take care of, who would have pretty babies that would be healthy and well educated because of the money he'd generate regardless of the economy. I wish I were a real man!
I want a drink. I think a drink would taste good. I wouldn't get too drunk with it, but just enough of a buzz to smooth the hard rough corners of some of these painful thoughts that try squeezing their square edges into round holes in my brain. I know I'm too rough on myself. Some would say I'm too rough on myself, but maybe more would say I'm not rough enough.
There was a time where I made great money. It was as if money was made of steel and I was a magnet. Money just found me effortlessly! If I could only remember how I was thinking then. I bet I thought completely different from the way I do now.
Good chance I'll be doing some more personal appearances on TV, as the WTVY CW Live@Lunch and Biography Channel work was successful and popular. I was even recognized at a Hot Topic!
Must try and post my stuff online as soon as I can, but until then please checkout this channel for exciting content.
Went ghost hunting Friday, but got nothing. Had a great time in the hotel, though. It had nothing to do with the paranormal, but it turned out to be the beginning of the best weekend of my life!
Saturday, I woke up from one of the greatest nights of my life! It was a Time Travel night. I corrected some things from the past. Made some new memories. Then watched as time sped up due to all the fun I was having. I hope to one day learn to make time stand still.
Went to a double B'Day Party, so there was BBQ, hamburgers, baked beans, cake, apple pie… CARBS!!! It was fanfuckingtastic! Had an awesome Saturday night. I think I hit the bed at 6PM. Man, I'm old. I was worn out. Well, it really was the best weekend of my life!
Talked with some people about getting back on the radio, but doing it in a different way than normal, or usual for me, anyway. So many people are subscribing to XM and local radio is missing out on things, I believe. To me, there's nothing cooler than a DJ talking about something that relates to me and my life and if the station is just playing music… I can get that from my iPod. What I have planned, I think could be great!
Can't wait to get back on the radio and offer advice, because I have great advice to give! My advice only comes from personal experience, but I share so others may learn. We must evolve.
Here's an example of some advice I can offer; Ladies, when your man is trying to please you sexually and he asks if there is anything new you'd like to try that no other man has done for you, but that you've wanted to try, don't answer with, "Yes, but first let me take a Gas-X ® !"
I lost 20 pounds in sweat! My skinny jeans are now loose!
Today, my back was hurting from all the heavy lifting so I took some painkillers and muscle relaxers, then jumped in the car to drive. I know, bad. I got up before the sun and drove to Georgia! I've been walking around in a dream today. I'd write more, but I'm tripping.
I'm skyping now as I type this! I shouldn't because I feel I'm not giving my full attention to the sweet girl who is currently undressing for me on camera! Dang, I love technology!
You can talk and see people from all over the world take their clothes off. It's amazing! Someday someone will get a Skype call from a ghost. I hope it's me!
Working on some great ghost stories for the documentary, check these out;
Going to a Hotel next weekend to interview some who have been visited by a woman in white.
Woman's deceased husband's CPAP machine comes on when she sleeps.
Man who after using a ouija board has a dark shadowy figure climb up in his bed at paralyze him every few weeks in his cabin.
12 year old girl who has had several ongoing conversations with a ghost in her home.
Family traumatized by a ghost figure that haunts their swimming pool.
Family finds dead grandma's favorite books continually on the nightstand even after putting them back on the shelf.
Family hears the ghost of their pet chow crying and scratching at the door in the middle of the night to be let out.
Woman gives ride to an elderly man with deep blue eye and when she lets him out of her car he vanishes into thin air.
These are fun and scary! The DVD "Travel With Spirits" should be really good!
I've been getting some great compliments on my Biography Channel appearance. I wish I could reshoot it because I've lost so much weight since then. I had gained weight for a role in a movie that has yet to be released. I was told by the producers the camera adds 20 pounds, but they didn't tell me it was gonna be added to my head!
I still get people calling me "The World Famous Jerry Lentz" after all these years when Super-Agent Don Buchwald nicknamed me that when we first sat down to create a 15 year plan of action that eventually sputtered to a halt.
I've had the fun of meeting a few people here in The South that remembered my show on the radio here. They have been sweet and have said wonderful things. Everyone here says, "Sweetie," "Honey," "Baby," and the Southern hospitality can't be beat. I love getting called these things!
I wish the rest of the world was just as sweet!
Showed "Velvet Goldmine," one of the greatest films in the world, to a sweet, beautiful girl and she really dug it! Even with all the gay stuff! But she's cool with it, she even went to prom with a gay guy! There are so many gays down here! I bet I get chatted up every couple of days by gays. I'm cool with it, because I learned a long time ago if a gay man thinks you're hot, then some hot sexy fag hag will, too!
A few weeks back I was notified by authorities that I was mentioned on a Facebook Hitlist, but after answering questions I forgot about it. The investigator had a slight lisp and I thought they were telling me I was on a Shit-List and I said, "Well, I'm always on someone's shitlist!"
Going on a date tonight! I may be overdoing it, because there are 3 girls! I really like them all, but I have my heart set on one. I don't know how I'm gonna juggle this, they all demand attention, one is a cute, but tough punk manga artist, one is a sweet girl who reads dark literature and the other is a beautiful and artistic ghost hunting writer. I think I want a cheeseburger!
Been thinking about the cheeseburger non-stop since it was first suggested days ago! These girls like to eat and run. They shovel a lil' bit of the food in and then want to go shopping for girlie things. I guess it keeps them thin. Hopefully, I will eat their leftovers!
Thought I would partake in a few evil carbs, so I ordered some tater tots from Sonic last night and I was so thrilled I bit into one without waiting and the inside was slightly hotter than the surface of the sun! Now the roof of my mouth is raw! What can I do?
I tried butter, because it is a burn, but I wanted something to help apply the butter to the roof of my mouth, so I got some buttermilk biscuits. Still sore though. What am I to do? I can't kiss like this!
I know, I know... The Carbs! The Sugar! But I had a hot pecan pie with vanilla ice cream on top! Fuck Yeah! I'll have to burn it off fast, so I'm planning on having lots of sex to do just that. That's the best way, right?
Ok, here's the idea; Have a nice dinner with a sweet fattening treat, then explain to your date you need to burn it off because there's a modeling gig coming up! That's what I'm doing!
Gonna try it! I just need someone willing to try it on.
Been couch-surfing it and staying in an old haunted log cabin deep in the dark woods that's full of spiders! I wish you were gonna be in bed with me to protect me!
Have had some spiders crawl across my face at night. I even got a spider bite on my forearm! I know this is strange, but when I was a kid this was the coolest movie to me! I was always telling friends about it.
On my laptop at a cafe and a cute little 3-4 year old girl came up to me and said, "Will you watch 'Fanboy and Chum Chum' with me, pleeeeessse?"
I didn't know what it was, but she tried to climb up in my lap and her mother ran over all embarrassed. Funny! Then a student next to me leaned over her laptop and said, "I think she wants you to be her daddy!"
Her mom was so embarrassed because the girl cried when she pried her off me. Everyone laughed after they left. The girl next to me said, "I think the mom paid the lil' girl to talk to you."
Here's a couple of videos I hope you enjoy! This is one I made when I was visiting a friend of 25 years and going to a museum showing her art. Her family went with her and we had so much fun. She's so awesome and talented! She is so loved!
This video is of my Biography Channel appearance on the TV show, "My Ghost Story" and since it aired this last weekend, I've been inundated with email. I hope you dig it!
Took some drugs and slept all day. Dreamed about a redhead seducing me in the most sexy way! It was awesome! Now I'm gonna eat and then take a nap. Gotta pick the dream back up where I left off. Life is good.
I'm really starving, but the only thing I see is a Waffle House and I've never in my life eaten at one. These last few months contain so many "Firsts" in my life. I'm changing in so many ways I'm unrecognizable to myself.
I have a friend that I'm staying with who has an old blind dog, but I'm starting to believe the dog is faking it for sympathy. I tried sleeping on another friend's leather couch, my skin stuck to it and their 100 year old dog sat there next to me licking her butthole all night long making disgusting noises.
She's sweet an all, but... You know how old ladies can be sometimes when they can't clean themselves. She's arthritic and they are afraid to bathe her because her bones are so brittle. I had to spray her down with some AXE bodyspray without anyone knowing just so I could breathe.
Watched a friend's home movies of babies and ex-husbands, it was great, so I thought to myself, "Why is it so hard for me to watch videos of all my ex-girlfriends? What's the big deal? It's just my past, right?"
So I dug through and started watching all these old videos of mine. I think all this time my trouble has been that my ex-lovers looked so beautiful and I looked like shit.
I don't want to fall into the same groove that I did with the others. You know, using the same term of endearment, singing the same songs, driving down the same streets, eating the same foods, making love in the same way... I'm reinventing myself!
Don't know what qualities these ladies found appealing about me, what attracts beautiful girls to me or what qualities I have that attractive women want? Maybe some attractive women will email me and offer to list a few that I have, so I'll know and can exploit those elements more often.
Thought I'd get a quick podcast up. A lot has been happening. Hopefully spending the night in a haunted hotel this weekend. Maybe I'll have another podcast then.
Here's the latest Jerry Lentz Podcast! Not the normal show, this is a great radio interview about my Biography Channel appearance and my ghost documentary with Pollard, K.C. & The King In The Morning on Kickin' Country 93.7 It was very very scary! And funny!
Time is flying by for me. I can't stand it. I want so badly to stop time on those moments where I feel great. This weekend, there were absolute moments of nirvana. Moments where I could have died and been happy to have those minutes as my last. It seemed my senses were so acute and I was aware of every sensation and emotion passing over me.
This morning, I was sleeping on a friend's couch and my dream was where she was talking to me and as I watched her lips move, I focused on the words she was saying, then I'd think about how the words were spelled, then I'd see the words and how the words were made up of different letters and each word was a party and the letters were guests at that party.
My dream was being subtitles and the words became scrambled and her voice was out of sync with her lips. In my confusion I wanted to stop the talking, so I kissed her, but she continued, her lips were brushing against my lips and they tickled me as did her breath blowing across the small fine hairs of my mustache and her tongue softly licked my lips.
When I woke there was a thread loose on the pillow I was holding and the ceiling fan was blowing it across my mouth. I was sad that I wasn't being kissed. I was sad that it was Monday. I was sad I would be leaving before the sun rose. I was sad the weekend was over.
It was an awesome weekend! It flew by at supersonic speed. Now Monday is here. I'm exhausted. Don't want to go to school. Don't to go to work. Don't want to stay awake! I want to go to sleep and dream the weekend all over again, because it was perfect!
Forgive me for the late posting, I'm trying to catch up on 3 days of thrilling excitement that have swept me up in the rapids of media, fame, art, music, food and love.
Friday morning I awoke from the most realistic romantic sex dreams! They seemed so real and just kept coming and coming and even after I awoke. I stayed there in basking in the glow of my dream lover not wanting her to leave my side. Last night was possibly the greatest night of my life! If not the whole week!
What a great day it was! I was on Radio. I was on Television. I searched out Ghosts. Had great radio interview about my Biography Channel appearance and My Ghost documentary media tour and interviews with Pollard, K.C. & The King In The Morning on Kickin' Country 93.7
I just hope I looked okay. I have yet to see it, other than when it was happening to me, but sometimes I think I'm coming off great when later I hear from people I was inappropriate or bad. The show was live which terrified me because of my Tourette's. I believe I made it through without shouting the F word or any racial or sexually suggestive comments. After the show I was stopped in the lobby as the phonelines were jammed with viewers calling to contact me. It was awesome! I was famous again!
Now food! Home cooking with friends in Georgia! I couldn't believe it, but I had some of my first Carbs since December 1st! They were so good!
A 12 year old friend just showed me how to turn her black t-shirt into a Ninja mask, so I did it, too! We ran outside and prowled the neighborhood undetected.
Time was flying by and Saturday was on the way and I wanted to slow everything down and savor it all. I said, "Fuck it! Tonight is a Friday Night and I'm hitting the town!" I'm jumping in my car and gonna get me a partner and have some fun! Who's with me? Wanna go for a joyride? I crossed state lines and time zones!
Last night, I went to an Alabama Art showing. The event had food, wine, families and art. I had a great time and it featured some fairly talented Southern artists and one brilliant and lovely artist who you can see me photographed with above.
Following this, I was given a tour of a house where five young told me tales of ghosts haunting them! Walking through their home with them in the dark was very disturbing, as we called upon the two spirits that they know reside there by name, I could feel a heaviness on me, I could smell a strong and awful odor. I will examine the video carefully for any visual evidence and post something, or you could be good and just buy the DVD when it's released.
I watched my Biography Channel appearance with some great friends and I rocked it!
I will post the episode so you can see it if you missed it. It'll scare the pants off of ya! I hope I'm there with a camera when that happens!
Honestly, I looked great! I was the very last image on the episode and I think I came off awesome. I wanted to pause it and just stare at myself for 5-10 minutes, or until I was finished, but I was surrounded by people that might find me masturbating to my image on TV rather disturbing. I need more understanding, mature and perverted friends to watch TV with.
I want so bad to be like those guys on the covers of bodice rippers, those men with ripped shirts, rippling abs, chiseled chests, cheekbones, strong jawlines, awesome chins and angular features holding the beautiful submissive women with windblown hair in a firm dominating grip as her clothes fall free of her soft sweet nude flesh on the paperbacks.
These romance books are like viruses that get in my big fat head and screw with me, make me feel good, make me think that's me then I look in the mirror and go, "What the fuck?"
Why can't I be happy with my looks? I want to be handsome! I want to be the guy a woman sees and goes, "Damn! He's fine!"
I'm a romantic guy! I have a great imagination! I know how to please a woman! I do whatever she wants! I can take control of her! I can make her moan! I can make her faint and swoon!
Why can't I be happy with myself? Why can't I love myself? I believe the woman when she tells me in that low whisper as her lips rub my ear, "You're everything to me." I trust her when I feel the heat of her breathe on the side of my neck as she moans, "I love you, Jerry!"
They had to rush it because the guy that owns the rights was about to lose those rights. But who knows, when they were making "Casablanca" it looked like a loser, too.
I was comparing my career and life trajectory to that of John Galt as my stomach grumbled for some lunch and I came up with this off the top of my head:
Galt leaves home at age twelve. I leave home at thirteen.
Galt begins college at age sixteen. I drop out of high school and begin auditing classes at college at sixteen.
Galt is double-majoring in physics and philosophy. I watch "Star Trek," read Science Fiction, Kierkegaard and Nietzsche.
Galt takes over the airwaves to deliver a lengthy speech explaining the irrationality of collectivism and offering his own philosophy of Objectivist as an alternative. I went on the air and exposed every possible thought and feeling believing others would also examine their own existence. This self-awareness is the awareness of the self as separate from the thoughts that are occurring at any time. I believed without self-awareness the self perceives and believes the thoughts that are occurring to be who the self is. Self-awareness gives one the option or choice to choose thoughts being thought rather than simply thinking the thoughts that are stimulated from the accumulative events leading up to the circumstances of the moment. I wanted to free the listener from being a slave to their thoughts. My high ratings and success in broadcasting proved me right. People began to follow me. My cult grew and continues to grow bigger and bigger, larger and larger, spreading wide across the world.
Galt, like Prometheus, who suffered for bringing a great good to mankind, Galt refused to suffer and withdrew the benefit instead. I runaway and hid when my genius was denied to produce.
I'd write more, but I'm so very hungry and must go beg for or steal some food.
The idea just popped in my mind and vibrated there, waiting to be acted on and written down. It was like I was watching a movie. I was just sitting at an Alabama Barnes & Noble in the Cooking section giggling to myself as my characters did very naughty things to each other in my head.
Just when things where getting really hot and there would be no way for me to stand up without revealing the results of such thoughts and the tent pole fully extended and the affects of that pressure on my jeans, people started coming over and sitting next to me and engaging me in conversations.
You meet the most interesting people in bookstores! What section would I meet you in, what aisle?
One woman even pulled out her phone to show me photos of herself in a bikini, a few of her in bed and some with her big giant dog.
Southern women can be very direct. They aren't waiting around. They have BBQs and Balls, Perfumes and Pageants, Horse Shows and Art Shows to attend to and no man is gonna derail that.
No man has power over a real Southern Woman, unless she lets him. Usually, she wants to be dominated only in the bedroom. In the office environment or business, she's in control, but plays it like a man thought up the decision. She gets him to do the heavy lifting without him even realizing it.
There's lots of playing around in the South. Military wives drive the convertible sports cars and cruise for young sexually immature boys and interesting experienced strangers to awaken dormant emotions that only someone new and from out of town can draw out of them while keeping secrets.
People love giving me their phone numbers here in the South! I must seem unique, interesting, desirable... They must want to know me! They must want to talk to me! They must want to confess their most intimate secrets to me!
"Lighthouses are more helpful than churches."— George Washington
"I looked around for God's judgments, but saw no signs of them."— George Washington
"I do not find in orthodox Christianity one redeeming feature."— Thomas Jefferson
"The way to see by faith is to shut the eye of reason." — Ben Franklin
"What have been the fruits of Christianity? Superstition, bigotry and persecution." — James Madison
The ghost story interviews continue here in the South. Some of these people are amazing! Great stories. Sweet people. Down home, simple folk. Some with scary views of America and Life and hatred of anyone not like them. Still fascinating, though.
This Friday, I will be interviewed on a Country Radio Station Morning Show and then at lunch I will be on TV.
Down here, many tell me amazing ghost stories past down through their families, then they quickly preface it with something like, "Now, I believe in God, he makes my life so wonderful, but he does test me and I've accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior and we go to church 4 times a week, however I believe Satan lives in my trailer!"
People want to tell me their stories, but fear what their fellow church goers will think of them. They want to tell me strange things, but don't want to be thought of as strange. Many confuse ghost stories with gossip. They tell me, "Everyone has some skeletons in their closets here," but they don't want to go on record revealing them. A few have broken into a ghost story to insert their patriotism and even change the subject to one of the mosque being built 600 ft. from ground zero and how the ghosts of the victims will haunt us if we let this happen.
Life is so amazing and wonderful! What a strange species we are! What an amazing and interesting country this is, so beautiful and scary. We seek entertainment. We tell stories. We lie to each other trying to make ourselves feel better and we lie to ourselves to help pass the days.
I'm working on some projects now, that may soon alter my current situation and redefine me as a man, an artist and an American. I want you stick with me so you can witness my ascent and experience the shock, awe and mystery that lies between the pit of my fears and the summit of my knowledge.
Housesitting with 3 girls and 3 cats! Watched movies, drank wine, ate bbq... Best night EVER! Even for a Friday the 13th it was great! I don't wanna jinx anything, but... Friday turned out AWESOME!
I can't swim, there I said it, but today I had a sweet 12 year old girl try and teach me how. After she held my head under the water for several minutes, I knew she had other plans.
The pool was great and the water was just right. The girls were in the water showing me their tricks and the things I can't do. They were so funny. I wasn't gonna get in the water, but the two girls grabbed my hands and dragged me to the bedroom and threw in some trunks and said, "Get your head in the game and your butt in the trunks!"
Then after undressing and sliding into the swim trunks, I threw open the door, the girls in their bikinis ran giggling from my door as if they had been peeking, or listening to see if I had actually dressed. Oh brother, they are such trouble!
Finally watched, Tim Burton's "Alice in Wonderland" in 2-D and that film spoke to me. I identified with it, cause my life is so much like that!
Had the best meal of lil' smokies, and I even had some carbs… Small spoonful of mashed potatoes, some "Toy Story" shaped Mac and Cheese and a bottle of Strawberry flavored Orange Crush! It was absolutely heaven! I've missed you, carbs! Home cooked meals are rare for me, so this is a real treat!
SUNDAY, AUGUST 15, 2010
Got invited to a real Southern Drag Show! Dang, there's a lot of trannies in the South! I just happened to drive by the club at midnight last night on my way from driving from Georgia and it was packed, with a line around the club. I'm not apposed to men dressing as women, but I wouldn't go to a club like that alone. I love all forms of entertainment and the gays can create great shows. I hear the movie, "The Expendables" is great!
I'm kinda down today. I know it's because I had so much fun with those 3 girls! I won't get to see them again for a while. They may forget all about me. We all really bonded, I think. We laughed, we tickled each other, we all sang songs and we all cracked each other up. Now that I've dropped them off and drove away, there's a huge empty hole in my chest. I miss them so much. The time flew too fast. I wish I could hold time still. I wish I could have had kids of my own, I think I would make an awesome dad, but I'm too old now.
Getting the urge to make a narrative film. Sure I love shooting documentaries, but every time I look back at what I have shot, ideas for something fictional come to mind. I recently shot a quick little piece with no thought of it being anything, but as I continue looking at it, ideas just keep popping up and things keep building.
It was a really beautiful shot looking down on a gorgeous woman as she looks up at the camera. I'm in the shot, but you can't see my face. There's mystery, beauty, sexiness, love… for being just a quick unedited shot of a beautiful woman below me looking up, its full of emotions.
There's no music, yet, just a simple idea. It's stuck in my head. Over and over it pounds away in my brain, throbbing, waiting to be unleashed.
In my head I keep adding on to it. The story just grows. It keeps getting bigger every time I look at it, or think of it. I wonder how many cinematic works of art started with a single shot that was added to on both ends, or a painting that began as a single drop or splatter of paint, that changes the course of everything?
Not that I think I could be making a work of art or anything, but I do have images in my head of me sticking things in on both ends and making the story grow in excitement. It's like building a puzzle from a single piece in the middle.
All I need is this single piece and I'll massage it, rub it into place and when it's right, I'll get that tingly feeling in the pit of my belly that its ready and then I'll stick it in a slot that will accept action on either end. It all comes together! In editing it, the holes get fill and something beautiful has been made.
I'm coming across some excellent ghost stories! One person tells me of an experience then someone with them goes, "Oh, you need to talk to…" and it's like connect the dots. One story leads to another story.
Here in the South, people have stories! No one is bashful about sharing them. These are amazing, never heard before stories, that I'm lucky to be hearing and documenting.
My appearance on The Biography Channel's "My Ghost Story" airs on Saturday, August 21 @ 10 pm ET and I am in the South shooting interviews with people who have experienced hauntings and witnessed ghost activity. It's a documentary on Ghost Stories I've been working on for quite a while and hope to complete and release on DVD before Halloween. If you have a ghost story and you live in the South, maybe you'd be interested in an interview, please have someone contact me.
I have appeared on CBS Morning News, The Maury Povich Show, Montel, ABC, BBC, Channel 4 UK, KCBS, SyFy Channel and numerous radio stations across the globe. So if you are in the media, please contact me for an interview about my research.
I will also be appearing with Anchor Gina Pitisci Live@Lunch on The CW Tuesday, August 24th
Looking at my stats for my various websites, I was surprised by the number of people I know that visit my pages almost daily and never say anything about it. I see; friends and former friends, lovers and exes, former employers and potential employers, the curious and the troublemakers… and robots and spiders!
Even just driving around with out of state tags, I've notice Police following me, running my plates. I stick out like a sore thumb, a hot, sexy, well dressed sore thumb.
Got some awesome new clothes thanks to a kind, giving and loving friend. I wish she could always shop with me! She has a great fashion sense and could have been a stylist, clothing designer, or a Hollywood icon like Edith Head or an Irene Lentz! But I'm just glad she's here to help me! I need help! I'm a hot mess!
Will be wearing my new clothes out to job interviews and meetings, and maybe special nights on the town, romancing and dancing. Talk to a lady who owns a restaurant and bar about dj-ing there a few nights a week. That would be fun! We'll see if that happens. I have a bunch of ideas percolating in my noggin'.
If I do have a guardian angel, or a group of angels as I have been told I have, watching out for me, I wish they'd get off their butts and help me out! Quick, please!
Maybe my life is getting better? I seem happier, other than dealing with this heat, but when I'm cool in the a/c of a store, or showering at a friend's house, I feel very happy. I wish you could see how happy I am, right now talking with you. When I'm happy more good things seem to happen for me! Maybe more good things are on the way! Maybe I'll get to do some cool stuff? Maybe if you stick around you'll get to see the awesome things I can do when the stars are aligned and guiding my fate?
They are so great to me! They follow my adventures. They sent me sweet messages. The leave loving comments. The visit my various blogs. The join my podcast group. They give me ideas. Send me links to things they think I'd like. They tell me dirty jokes. Send me nude pictures of themselves. Recommend cool books to me. Sometimes they mail me gifts. They tell their friends to add me. They make me happy and keep me going!
Now, it may be in the upper 80's, I'm in the shade. I'm in my car. I'm getting wifi from a B&N Booksellers in Alabama. They're not open yet. I'm sure I look suspicious as this is the only car in the parking lot. I made the mistake of taking some vitamins without having breakfast and I'm nauseous. I may spew in a moment. I feel really sick. If you were here, maybe you could hold my hair for me while I throw up.
I got too hot yesterday! I was out in the sun. My brain got fried. I hate to sweat, unless it's during sex. But to sweat for no good reason, is a waste! It was so hot I waterboarded myself! I dug around the bottom of my pockets for enough to get a drink. I just wanted water, but it was more expensive that tea. Man, people in the South sure have to have their iced tea sweet! Sweet iced tea is everywhere!
Got hit on yesterday! Got chatted up. Got flirted with and then straight up asked out. I was even asked if I wanted to go into the bathroom and have sex. I was flattered. It was sweet. I was cool with it. Then I had to explain I wasn't gay. There sure are a lot of gays in the South. BTW, I'm not being a prude here, but there is no way I'm having sex in a public bathroom! I'll do anal, but not in a public bathroom with a dude, I'm not homophobic, but I am germophobic!
My friends were talking to me about the dog jumping up in the bed and licking my head and it was pointed out to me that the day before yesterday I had that photo on my blog of my friend, Jessica licking my head and then later that same night that dog licked my head... Strange. My head must be as good as a Tootsie Pop! My brain must be the chocolate-flavored chewy Tootsie Roll center! How many licks does it take to get to my soft chewy brain? Lick it and see!
They are so great to me! They follow my adventures. They sent me sweet messages. The leave loving comments. The visit my various blogs. The join my podcast group. They give me ideas. Send me links to things they think I'd like. They tell me dirty jokes. Send me nude pictures of themselves. Recommend cool books to me. Sometimes they mail me gifts. They tell their friends to add me. They make me happy and keep me going!
Now, it may be in the upper 80's, I'm in the shade. I'm in my car. I'm getting wifi from a B&N Booksellers in Alabama. They're not open yet. I'm sure I look suspicious as this is the only car in the parking lot. I made the mistake of taking some vitamins without having breakfast and I'm nauseous. I may spew in a moment. I feel really sick. If you were here, maybe you could hold my hair for me while I throw up.
I got too hot yesterday! I was out in the sun. My brain got fried. I hate to sweat, unless it's during sex. But to sweat for no good reason, is a waste! It was so hot I waterboarded myself! I dug around the bottom of my pockets for enough to get a drink. I just wanted water, but it was more expensive that tea. Man, people in the South sure have to have their iced tea sweet! Sweet iced tea is everywhere!
Got hit on yesterday! Got chatted up. Got flirted with and then straight up asked out. I was even asked if I wanted to go into the bathroom and have sex. I was flattered. It was sweet. I was cool with it. Then I had to explain I wasn't gay. There sure are a lot of gays in the South. BTW, I'm not being a prude here, but there is no way I'm having sex in a public bathroom! I'll do anal, but not in a public bathroom with a dude, I'm not homophobic, but I am germophobic!
My friends were talking to me about the dog jumping up in the bed and licking my head and it was pointed out to me that the day before yesterday I had that photo on my blog of my friend, Jessica licking my head and then later that same night that dog licked my head... Strange. My head must be as good as a Tootsie Pop! My brain must be the chocolate-flavored chewy Tootsie Roll center! How many licks does it take to get to my soft chewy brain? Lick it and see!
Spent the night at an old friend's log cabin. I slept so deeply. Fell right off. Great dreams began percolating. Suddenly I felt someone licking me on the back of my neck and I turned over and it was my friend's dog! It had jumped up in the bed.
My dreams, after my heart stopped pounding so hard, were amazing. Best dreams ever. No fear. All pleasant. I was a winner in every dream. I was happy. I was loved. I had no worries. I was perfect. Maybe all these changes have helped me inside. Rattled something loose and shook things into place. An adjustment. An alignment. Visited old friends and saw how things had changed since I was here 25 years ago. Things have built up. Familiar buildings have rotted and collapsed. Trees have grown. Kudzu has rioted. People have changed. I have changed. SUNDAY, AUGUST 08, 2010 Went with some friend's to a church service of bikers, musicians and cool sweet Southern folk. The sermon was laugh out loud funny. It was easy on the ears and mind and good for the soul. It seemed directed toward me. It had me worried. How would God know what I'm going through? Does he read this blog? Is he my Facebook friend? Does he know I'm an Atheist? Does he believe in me?
The last two days were possibly the greatest days of my life! I sure needed them! After the heat of travel, the panic of not knowing how I'm gonna make it, the fear of living without a place of my own... It sure was wonderful to be with someone kind and loving. This is my friend, Jessica! She thinks I'm sweet as a lollipop, as you can tell in this photo. I've known her forever. When we were kids we'd go to movies, walk around the mall, go see concerts, listen to music and she'd tell me dirty jokes. Really dirty jokes. It's amazing to know one so kind. One who could offer temporary shelter, food, A/C, a shower, laughter, memories and movies. We went to see "Inception" last night and I was so tired I dozed off several times, even during the action scenes, but it was about dreaming and I did that while it played so maybe I saw the film in a way few have. I really enjoyed it and the dreams I had during it. What a horrible date I was to nod off so much, but she didn't seem to even notice.
Earlier we drove around and saw places we used to hang out at as kids. Being with her, just in her presence, makes me feel young again.
…and by America, I mean the people and the land, not those that control it, try to control it and abuse it and what it should stand for… In my long, hot, big and scary, yet continuing travels of the U.S. and A. I have found America to be a big ass wonderland of people willing to help their brother out. If they can't help you, they'll try and point you in the way they feel you can find the help you need. I've run into the salt of the Earth, which was great because I was living on cucumbers from my brother's farm and I can't eat them without salt. America is a feast! Eat it up! If you have kids, show it to them. If you're old, get out and see if before it's too late. If you're young, drop out of school, your degree will bring you nothing, quite your job that you will soon be laid off from and run off with your lover to explore this great and magical land!
Don't let politics or bad history or depressed cities ruin the image of what a beautiful giant park this land is. America really is the giving tree. We rape it, steal from it, burn it, pollute it, and all it does is keep giving. Maybe I'm confusing Nature here with America. I could be. I'm typing this while tripping on Percoset a sweet American friend gave me because of my pulled muscles from packing material I no longer need in my life, aching back from sleeping in the car, and maybe for the sadness I feel for once having the American Dream and letting it slip away from me. I'm not a drug user. That, I believe would be such a horrible waste of money, taking drugs. However this was free! I still feel my pain, but it's like I just don't give a shit. Percoset, where have you been all my life? I can think back to numerous times in my life where I cared too much for things that truly didn't matter in the long run and I could have used you then. I've been getting a ton of email, messages, calls and comments from concerned friends and family members worried about me. That is so sweet. I'm worried too. All I can say is, I'm trying. Maybe I won't survive this, but let me say this, whenever there was a new strain of flu, I was the first to catch it, if there was a new movie, I was the first to see it, if there was a "must read" book, I read it first… I'm not the first to be homeless, of course, but you might want to take a close look at yourself and see how close you are and what could happen to you to bring you to the road. Maybe I'm your early warning alarm that collapse is eminent. I can't tell you how many thousands have told me over the years, "Jerry, you are a trendsetter!" Well, here it is! The dream we all dream of. A dream to some, a nightmare to others. I will make homelessness the new Black. I will take it, live it, and fucking rock it! All the cool kids will wanna do it, too! Homelessness, if that's what you are to me, a label, I will accept you, embrace you, make a friend of you, but I will not be you. You've got the look, you've got me hooked, shor-nuff do be cooking in my book. Your face is jammin'. Your body's heck-a-slammin! If love is good, lets get to rammin'! Percoset, please try and find me on the map! I need you so much! I think I love you!
Threw away so many things so I could get the essentials in the car. I threw away pictures, journals, diaries, videotapes, my vast collection of radioshows I've done over the years, with interviews with 100s of celebrities and cool people, I threw away collectables… I feel so light. My car was packed to the roof. Now I realize the stuff I saved isn't all that great. I will whittle it down further. I don't need anything anymore. THURSDAY, AUGUST 05, 2010 I've travelled across 5 states in 110 degree heat as the a/c in the car decided to fail. I may have lost 15 pounds in just sweat. I met up with a very beautiful friend and she's letting me use her wifi. What do BP and I have in common? We both just plugged a hole! Traveling has it's rewards! Have you thought about me even a lil'? Miss me at all? I will try and write more as soon as things settle down, If they ever do. I hate this heat! I can't think straight. Maybe my thoughts haven't been clear or the wisest, maybe they have been affected by this heat, but at this moment I feel happy, free, clear, thin, and in love with life!
With the way my life has been going lately, I started thinking how this wouldn't happen to someone as smart, cunning, sophisticated and strong as 007. He'd figure a way out! He would talk his way out of this like he did when his was about to be cut in half by a laser beam. My situation would be nothing! Even if he'd been let go by MI6, he'd handle it.
It's the samething with Ian Fleming. He'd work it out with style. Pour a drink, put a cigarette in the extender, sit in the windowsill looking out at the Jamaican beach and think of a way. He'd plan something. Write it out. Work it out. Take action. I need to do this before it's too late! Started watching these James Bond and Ian Fleming documentaries before I heard that Tom Mankiewicz, the screenwriter of films like "Diamonds Are Forever" and "Live and Let Die" had died 3 days ago. One time I had taken a screenwriting class where he was an instructor and he was awesome! The stories he told were so great. He was a sweet and funny man. One of the things the news probably won't mention in his bios is that he loved animals. We talked about the Los Angeles Zoo and he chastised me for having not gone there before he brought it up. He just couldn't believed I lived in LA and had not taken advantage of the stuff the zoo provided. He knew a lot about animals. His father was Joseph L. Mankiewicz, director of "All About Eve," and he was the nephew of "Citizen Kane" co-writer Herman J. Mankiewicz. So he had stories. Enjoy these documentaries:
