One of these days....

Nested somewhere deep in the nether reaches of my mind, snuggly entrenched between the memory of my dad nearly cutting off his leg one summer with a skill saw, and the first time I saw two girls have a fist fight- battling as if their lives depended on it, i keep an entire repository of knowledge that will most likely never see the light of day.  That is unless I get insanely rich and can afford to defend myself legally from the almost certain veritable avalanche of lawsuits that I will face from outraged "former" friends rushing to have me publicly flogged for revealing things about them that they never wanted known.  But the raw, inescapable fact or reality is that, having been around this scene as long as I have and knowing all the people that I know, it simply stands to reason that I know a lot of "dirt" about a lot of different people.  Some of it personal, some of it professional but all of it, unflattering to say the least.
As I work towards the relentless eventuality that is my upcoming TV show, I am tempted, as never before to someday make a lot of this knowledge public.  But rest easy my "friends".  Sleep tight, knowing that if I do reference something that has happened in your otherwise worthless and questionable existence on this planet I will most likely do so in a veiled, anonymous manner.   But, be equally as certain that although you may not be named outright, your stories are most likely going to be shared if only in the most tacit way possible.  Most of this stuff is just too good to pass up. One of these days, Im simply going to have to write a book. . . .