A reader wrote in this weekend with an inquiry. He wanted to know more about me and pointed out that my “omniscient narrator” role on Hazzard Ahead merited some history for the readers. I agree. Soon I will whip something up for the “About” section to satisfy the inquiring minds out there. Thank you, Kyle, for bring this oversight to my attention. In the meantime, here is a photo I came across that I find quite amusing. It’s Bret Wolfe working on getting his hair as tall as he could during the six months he lived with me in early 2000. I had just purchased my first digital camera and was testing it out in the bathroom. This was pre-porn for Bret. Don’t we look happy?

Saying goodbye to Johnny at Micky’s a week ago tonight was very sad for me. He’s been in my time zone for several months and, let’s face it, I’ve become spoiled. Knowing that he might show up at any moment to go hang out or hang in was such a splendid place to be. One of my fears about him being on the other side of the continent was that he would be out of my taskmaster reach. I think that fear was unfounded. He never ceases to amaze me. Without much prodding he’s been whipping out the camera and writing his ass off! Damn him for being so fucking precious! He is so freakin’ dedicated to pleasing his fans it borders on a sickness.

Earlier today I wrote about Johnny’s condo in Palm Springs. Well, he sent me this image a while back and I was saving it for one of those dry content weeks, but it seems appropriate to post now. SO MANY PEOPLE have written in to say they want to see the lair Johnny calls his own. We love to satisfy. Here is Johnny in his natural (winter) habitat:

Johnny is very particular about his surroundings. I visited his place for the first time ever this month. He has been a nomad for so long that I had never been to his “home” in all the time we’ve known each other. Only recently I’ve discovered he likes to overdecorate and customize the hell out of everything he owns. He always seemed so minimalist to me. I imagined him in a space with clean lines and cleared surfaces. Not the case at all. Just look at his fridge! It’s madness! When I saw this lot I told Johnny that everything in his life is like an essay waiting to be read. You could spend twenty minutes absorbing all the information on that appliance.

Johnny’s condo is, for the most part, prepped for resale and bereft of personality. That kills him! So anything he can go Tijuana on, he does. There is a veritable shrine around the stereo and just wait till you see Milo’s interior. It’s like a Turkish taxicab crossed with a Staten Island nightclub. It really isn’t safe. There are so many little statues and about $40 worth of change that he would certainly be hammered with shrapnel in any impact. Great, now I sound like a worried grandmother! And I guess I kind of am.

By the way, that photo was taken while Johnny was recording his very first audio blog. He’ll be doing more. SOON.