Howdy Perrenials, welcome to the fifty-second fertilization of HACK. If you’ve made it this far, take some time to stop and smell the noses.
I love when people think I’m psychologically disturbedBecause it means I overloaded their neurological nerves–Immortal Technique, ‘Positive Balance’
This week we celebrate the one year anniversary of HACK. I’ve managed to drop a hefty creative load for 52 consecutive weeks. (Except for that one time when I shot a blank.) For good or ill, it really doesn’t matter. What matters is that I made a committment and followed through for an entire year. If I only I could have the same discipline with everything else in my life.
Listen, there’s nothing like knowin’ yourself
Like the way I know that smokin’s kind of broken my health
Like the way I know my flow don’t make appropriate wealth–Jean Grae, ‘Don’t Rush Me’
I’m keeping this simple by simply linking to what I consider to be the better pieces. The ten best are boldfaced. Strangely enough, 7 of those 10 are fiction and 4 of them are older pieces that I deemed deserving of updated editions. Neverthemore, 34 pieces are more than enough. One for each year of my life up ’til now. Of course, I hacked these things out week to week, sometimes at the last minute and as of late, late. Despite a furious lack of female companionship, I keep putting out.
“Thank you for letting our hearts be in the same space together.”
Praise for Towel Boy:
“I try not to love him, but I do.” –Anonymous
“Towel Boy is a zany character that is beloved by all. He can make you laugh when you are down and save your life when you are on fire.” –Noel Rogers
“As long as you have little kids, crazy bitches, and some guy dressed like a shark… then Towel Boy lives!” –Douglas Palermo
“He may be lame but he brings good game.” –Armcus Masdobrè
“I’m me, it’s true, shut the fuck up.” –Bill Hicks