I started a twitter line a few weeks ago. Did not announce it. I just was experimenting to see if I could use the tool interestingly. It turns out, I have fun cracking jokes on the thing. And since it is a very short message (though wordy I end up going on and on, having to sparce out my message over a few different entries), I can just pop in and out during the day, as I write, when something funny or interesting comes to mind. I do not presume that my life is that interesting, so mostly they will jokes or moments of rage. Seem to be my two most inspired feelings -- mirth and anger.
I would not presume that people will actually be interested in the life of a guy who's only exposure to Chicago is limited to dog walking and trips to my dealer; I'm a writer who has lived a lot of life in my time, and have a lot more to... but, since writing and painting are my job, being home to do them is part of the monastic side of the endeavor. F. Scott Fitzgerald's wife/girlfriend? used to lock him in his study, away from booze, until after two, so he would be forced to write. Sometimes he would rage to be let out so he could get to a bar.
TO GET ME ON TWITTER --- go there and search for JohnnyPain. The capitalization has to be intact.
Oh, yea... I wanted to thank Chuck Goudie for following me on Twitter. It kind of decided it for me when someone in the press decided to check me out right away. I forget that I am known a lot more than it seems like sitting here in my little lif.
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