This is where you'll find the true stories. Some are deeply personal, others I just put here 'cause there was nowhere else to put them.
In 1995 I spent five months in a psychiatric hospital, because I had suicidal tendencies. But I was never diagnosed with depression and they never gave me any sort of medication while I was there.
Click here to read about what happened.
After I left the psychiatric hospital, I went to live in a boarding house.
Click here to read about what that was like.
Four years later, I went back to visit the hospital and found it to be empty and abandoned.
But I went inside and explored it anyway.
Somewhere in between, I started going to see bands playing live gigs. The first time I went out and saw a band, I was alone.
It was a pretty weird experience.
After that I joined my first band. At first, I hated being in a band, but later, it was cool. I kept a journal of its slow and complicated journey from first rehearsal to first gig,
Click here to read my band journal entries.
You'll never hear any swear words coming from my mouth. I never even think swear words.
The reason for this is a little embarrassing.
(2624 words, all of them decent)
I did a lot of things in internet chat rooms, and I later I
wrote down everything that I did.
(22824 words, in eight sections)