I am grateful for the people who knew me before I changed my name and who made an effort to get used to my new name and respected my desire to not be called by my old name because when I switched to Mudd in 1982, it freed me from a load of crap from the past. Many years later, I learned that it was common for sexually abused people to change their names. My darlin’ rockin’ friend changed not only her name but her surname also — that’s how much she wanted to break away from her past. But changing her identity didn’t change who she really was deep down inside: she took a bunch of pills and a bottle of vodka to bed with her on a sunday afternoon in January 2005. I miss you, Jena.
I am grateful to be alive because I AM ALIVE.
I am grateful that I don’t feel stupid enough to stop writing my “Book of Comments” because every time I post a page (I’ve already posted pages 1 and 2) I always go, What the hell do you think you’re doing?!!
I am grateful to have finally found my mission in life because I can relax now and go about being who I was meant to be when I first stepped into this dimension: I am the Clown of Love in The Big Circus of Life. (I’m available for birthdays, weddings and bar mitzvahs.)
I am grateful for birds because they ALWAYS make me smile. The small ones are so cute and sweet — they embody the adorable lightness of Being. The big ones are a symbol of freedom and strength and wisdom. Every chance I get, I talk to my bird friends. Below is a sample of my bird talk — tell me if I have an accent or not.