Dave Griffin

Somewhere deep in the farthest reaches of the Universe where no Earth made telescope will ever reach there is a room called: Heaven™. This is where all the greatest VIP’s go after they die. Even the ones that may have sinned a little too much but God Almighty™ gave ’em a pass because they liven…

This is my most private and personal life story. This is the story that is hardest to tell. To the worldTo my familyTo my friendsTo my colleaguesTo strangers who will mock me and troll meTo bigots who will target me for the rest of my life and use this as proof that I’m broken and…

**Editor’s note: This is the final entry in the Broken Mirror Storyline, it will eventually be numbered Pt 12. The first 3 unnumbered entries in this volume Shock & Aww, Holy Ghost, and An Empty Chair will be numbered entries in subsequent drafts.** Adventures in Odyssey: Episode 285 – George Under Pressure In October 1994…

Of all the pieces I’ve written to date… this is the one I most wish I could skip over. (which is saying a lot because the two that come after this… oof) Because this one really isn’t about me. Oh sure, I’m the central character and all the things in the story are happening to…

***Dear Friends and Readers, I wanna say “thank you” for sticking with me this long. It’s weird to let go of something I’ve held onto for so long and give it to total strangers who I can’t see. Terrifying actually. And I’m realizing that there’s been this tightness in my chest for the last 10…

If I were to ever film some fictionalized version of my fictionalized story the opening shot to this particular chapter in my life would go as follows: In the frame of the camera we see two bare feet as Our Hero sits on a sidewalk with feet in the street, body above the knees out…

Alright Sheep… gather round. If we’re gonna talk about everything that went wrong in 1994… then we have to talk about everything. that. went. wrong. in. 1994. Never forget that the whole purpose of this stupid effort is to try to take down a cult and stop my country from descending into fascism. And some…

Well this is one helluva mess. Dear Blogject Posty McPostface Pt 2, Godammit. What a stupid title. Some day far in the future– if I live long enough– I will tell the behind the scenes of the things happening in my private life during the writing of this. There are layers of complication in this…

What is the psychological effect that would happen to a kid who was used to being the Golden Child™ treated with love and kindness and smiles and people are always happy to see you? And then ALL the support systems and relationships that child relied upon and could predict have now all simultaneously turned negative?…

This post has nothing to do with the blog… Yet, it has everything to do with the blog. A momentary pause on the Broken Mirror series. This is a brain purge. By a twist of fate that was not planned, I find myself tonight (August 28 2023) in a room at the Capital Hilton 2…