The story about how I ended up walking down a country road topless, carrying a baby hedgehog.
I ended up seated next to former Governor of Utah and current (at that time) Bush appointee for Secretary of Health and Human Services, Mike Leavitt, on a flight. When he struck up conversation with me I had my nose stuck in a copy of Conservatives Without Conscience.
We talked for the duration of the flight, and I genuinely liked the man. He never mentioned my book.
At one time in the 90s, I was one of the only 2 members of a national guiinea pig owner’s club to live in New York City. The other member was Bernhard Goetz. No, I never met him.
My face is a liar - It always has a smile on it - shows what people expect never how I feel…
I briefly appear as an extra in The Avengers.
I am allergic to cats, guinea pigs, and most other domesticated animals that are furry.
I got to spend a very interesting 20 minutes discussing guitars and music with the late, great Michael Hedges.
I wrote a novel, sold it and am ashamed of how bad it is.
It’s wrong to steal dogs (obvi), but I still find this to be incredibly cute.
Most of my two front teeth are fake.
I’ve landed a hot air balloon in someone’s yard.
When I was ten, my favorite artist in the world was James Galway, the classical flutist. My grandfather took me to see him perform, and even got front row seats! I fell asleep halfway through. I woke up when the ovation began, just in time to see Mr. Galway wink at my grandfather.
I once marched in the NY City St. Patrick’s Day parade. This consisted mostly of standing around for hours on end waiting to start.
I was blessed by one of the monks who travel with The Dalai Lama.
I was invited to dinner at Jim Jones church, shortly before they all left for Jonestown, Guyana. I did not go, but still have the invitation.
I’ve been to the beach 32 times this year. (Actually 6 beaches.)
Pssht, when I lived in SoCal, I’d have eaten this for breakfast. All summer long, it was beach nearly every other day, and sometimes suiting up even when it was cold. Then I got some job. Pssht, cramped the shit out of my surfing style. :mad:
Hey! That’s THREE!
Marine SSgt. Frank Wuterich, of Haditha infamy, came in to my squad as a private towards the end of my enlistment.
That’s great! But I’m at least two hours away from any beaches, so it took a bit of dedication. 
It’s the empty shell, the snail having long shuffled off. You put it between your knuckles like this: (you’ll just have to imagine that bit :D) and blow. I’ll try to photo it later.
I feature as a head bobbing in the ocean in a coffee advert that was only shown in cinemas in the UK.