Why subscribe?

Why do anything? If you think subscribing will add value to your life, then do it. I’m a terrible sales person. I know what it’s like to get article—reading blue-balled for being too poor to read whatever I want. If you don’t have to live that way- don’t. Don’t think you can’t have it all. You can.

Hear every post read by the author (who is me). On Wax is me making my thoughts clear to you in your ear-holes, not your eyeballs. I’m still in your head, and likely soon, in your heart. The witty asides will blow your socks-off.

I’ve been sending cards (anonymously) to the same neighbour for years. They have a big, beautiful tree, and it needs to stay manicured in order to not be a death-trap for passers-by. The owners need reminders.

Sometimes, I write poetry. That’s right- I’ve become one of those people. I try to make you laugh with a rolling scroll of my Not-In-The-New-Yorker captions.

There are also secret links in my work.

I’m suing the Canadian government to secure equality for those whose sole underlying condition is a mental disorder, in Canada’s assisted dying legislation (MI-SUMC). I have a compromised memory, and I’m working on The Second-To-Last Final Exit based on my I Don’t Rememoir. Most of my stories are true. Unless your feelings get hurt- then it’s definitely NOT true.

My social-colour-commentary is dark, perhaps opaque for those who don’t care for me. I’m very dramatic. Sometimes I’m really funny. Usually I’m medium-funny, and mostly always offensive. If you find me zero-amount funny, then scram. You’re not my demographic. Either way, I’m going to hate myself.

I live in a vacuum. I can’t function in society, so I took myself out of it a few years ago. I’m confined and isolated. I haven’t replied to a personal, or professional message in years. What fun!