Brodzky: Mad Dilettante of the Apocalypse

My interest is politics and sports, popular art and the primal shout. I pray for peace and I am prone to fits of anger and resentment. I want to go along to get along, give respect to get respect, but I want my space. I want slow drivers to get out of my way and I want faster drivers to show respect when passing me by.

I've been around the block and I've been stranded on the lot. I have blasted down the open highway pedal to the metal, overdrive screaming full tilt, and I've worn out my shoe leather. I've been stuck on the couch, planted there, with roots... barely able to make it to the bathroom. I've also worked myself beyond exhaustion to the verge of death, in the emergency room, barely hanging on. I've been brought back from the dead repeatedly.

The internet is especially suited to me. Don't hate me because I'm arrogant. Don't look down on me because I'm humble. But if you do either, take a number, you will be served in order. The Brodzky beef served on a bed of mixed metaphors is the special of the day. We can share some laughs, share some tears, share some allvoices.com.

Maybe all of us will learn something. Maybe all of us will be infotained.

My truth is more useful. My lies are more fun. With me, you can take it or leave it.

I'll do the same with you.

Shalom, yo.