I've been a ... punk at CBGB in 1977, Berber in Mecca, NRA member in Pittsburgh, Oxford don, forest fire fighter in Northern Canada, addict in rehab, audience member at the Springer Show, fire breather in Berlin, Man of Mystery in China. No idea how this all happened, but it did. Then someone said - you should write a book So now I've done that too. Sometimes nothing happens. Under a railway bridge at night, straddling a beam overhanging a chasm, every hour a train roars past, over our heads, leaving us in peace between nothing and nothing, smoking, drinking, talking about film noir, Artie...