On Being B.E.E.

Well, as an involuntary muse for some of Brett's psychological observations, all I can say is, I get annoyed when I read some of his writing because I know, firsthand, how he gets some of his inspiration. It comes from deeply disturbed, usually drug addled individuals in rehab who rarely tell their own story while IN rehab. They usually tell stories about people they have harmed without their names attached, in spite of promising to be truthful. I believe that is where the saying "about as honest as a heroin addict in his first day of rehab" comes from. Kind of like that whole story about Brooke Shields calling Green Farms Academy asking to be shown around by me and them sending Diana Mercer instead. How annoying! What about this scam where they go down south to go into rehab using other people's ID numbers? Now THAT'S a racket! My ID is more well-travelled than I am! It's been to Africa, The United Kingdom (AND The DIVIDED Kingdom), Europe, Asia, and apparently Western Canada, where I've NEVER set foot, Mexico AND Central and SOUTH America! Can you BELIEVE it?! If I'd have caught that Harley Davidson Purse Snatching, good for nothing little brown-haired rodent of a human that used to live on East 13th Street, he would've gotten a spankin'! I BELIEVE my ID wound up in a donation box on the West Side of Manhattan, Upstate New York near Garrison or Albany, or in The Mediterranean that time!

Anyway, I was followed by his little heroin addict character when I lived in the East Village apartment sitting/subletting for Randy Danson, yes, one of Ted's ex-wives, and by others when I lived in the WestVillage near Bleecker Street. That whole "Operation: MindCrime" group really was quite intriguing, scares the daylights out of me on ocassion and had the vagur ring of Nazi Germany in their highly polished riding boots. Yet, most were part black, go figure. I guess it's the whole need to blend thing that goes on with so many blue eyed Semitic, Black, and Indigenous Americans. Never know who you might catch, eh? I think that stems from being around so many Argentinians that left South America in search of people who had fled Nazi Germany (very few of whom were actually Jewish) WITH the loot just before and just after Germany's surrender AND other people's identities. I am Jewish to many of those people simply by affiliation, even though I was baptised and brought up Anglican, raised in mostly Catholic neighborhoods and am actually probably part Spanish (Moor) through The Garcia family of Spain which goes back to a branch of my family tree fleeing of The Spanish Inquisition, mainly because they weren't from Spain, but from The Americas!

Anyway, I wish some of Brett's editors and publishers would realize that those people he interviews and talks to have RARELY told him their OWN stories, they've told him OTHER people's stories in code. Just like the folks in the 1990s back at the AICH. (First posted in the third week of August 2004, but a repeat of an OLD one-sided conversation of mine with Tom Reuel in our old Thompson Street Apartment in NYC in 1993).