2012 was a very strange, fun and challenging year for me. I don’t know if the Mayans had anything to do with it, probably not. In the fall of 2012 I started writing a book about the events that had transpired earlier in the year. I got deep into writing…
Chapter 2.
At this point I should probably paint the bigger picture, what exactly I was doing moving out of my apartment in Hawaii to begin with, and to where. Prepare yourself for a tangent or three.
It all revolves around an online relationship I was involved in at the…
Chapter 3.
I awoke the next morning in the guest room at Jason and Samantha’s place, to sunny Hawaiian skies. This was a very good thing. And not entirely predictable. Contrary to popular belief, Hawaii isn’t all sunshine and rainbows and candy flavored unicorns prancing around on golden beaches in…
Chapter 4.
I slept late the next morning. Eventually I crawled out of my tent to take a refreshing dip in the ocean. I lay there in the sand afterwards drying off, feeling a palpable elation that I had a full day off and could finally soak up and enjoy…
Chapter 5.
After a couple more days of lounging around, it was high time for me to get back to work and start saving some necessary cash. Hazel, my online romantic dalliance who had introduced me to Jason and Samantha, was also responsible for getting me both of my landscaping…
Chapter 6.
It was the end of April and the tantalizing glow of summer was beginning to shimmer on the horizon. Having lived there at Grayson’s Beach for more than a month, I was ready for a change. I had a little money saved up, but not much–around $1,500 or…
Chapter 7.
I flew through the air with the greatest of ease, safely ensconced within the hulking metal shell of a big old jet airliner, on the way to the place of my birth. My parents had moved from Los Angeles to Vancouver in the early 1970s, both in protest…
Chapter 8.
I awoke what felt like an hour or so later. But it was 6:30 in the evening. I’d just slept for five hours. I felt a million times better than before. Or maybe a hundred. Anyway, I was feeling at least moderately normal. I got up and wandered…
Chapter 9.
The overnight bus ride did my cold no good. But it got me to Portland, largest city in Oregon and my old hometown. I had sent a text to my friend Sharon who lived in Portland and generously allowed me to stay at her place whenever I pass…
I’m going to try to answer the question in the title at the beginning here as far as why I think conspiracy theorists and others are rallying in support of the pharmaceutical drug ivermectin, despite the fact that most scientists, medical professionals and politicians are cautioning against its use for…
