My blip of a blog doesn't seem to be catching on like wild-fire as I once hoped. I must embellish a story about sex and drugs and see what happens. Here goes:
"Max Bastard was found dead, sitting on a toilet with an Elvis impersonater's penis in his mouth and an empty bottle of Vicodin in his hand."
-- Bryant Gumbel
Sensational enough? I hope so. So go ahead and send those letters of inquiry to the New York Post or the Miami Herald or whatever reputable news source you use. Feel free to add details of the death to the reporter. Was it a homicide or a suicide? Did I suffocate or was it an overdose? Who knows?! Have fun with it. If it works out and I get on the news some how, I might become a celebrity and then I'll wind up having to date Paris Hilton for the publicity... Ok well maybe I didn't think this through well enough. On second thought, I'd rather be a nobody.