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It was fun while it lasted, this online journal thing. But in reality it has been far too consuming and involved than I would have thought. So I’m stopping. I don’t think I’ll be back.

The thing that’s killing me is the email I’ve been receiving. Many are nice, but a lot come down to this:

"I read your entry on blank and I think you’re totally wrong and you suck and your views are hostile towards blank. By the way, I think you’re funny."

Well, I guess I should let the massive amounts of criticism roll off my back, but as an actor/writer, I am forced to accept so much daily rejection and criticism that opening up yet another avenue for that kind of soul-killing vitriol is not something I need to do. Listen folks: I’m just trying to entertain myself and hopefully entertain others. I’m not getting paid to do this. I’m not getting love and respect from the people in my life, since they don’t even know about this thing. I thought a few people might enjoy the occasional laugh, the occasional revelation, the occasional rant, but apparently I was wrong. There is a distance that I need for my own comfort that people seem to have the need to shatter. But the invasion of privacy, much of it self-invited by the very nature of the beast, is becoming unhealthy. And other journalers are constantly asking to meet. "Hey, I’m coming to L.A. let’s have a drink." "Hey, I live in L.A. let’s hang out sometime." "Are you coming to My City for Blank event? If so, let’s meet." Well here’s the thing: I don’t want to meet. I’m sure you’re all really nice people, but I have all the friends I can handle – I barely have time for most of them as it is. I’m sorry, but it’s true.

This journal has become a burden that I feel the real need to slough off, like dead skin.

So, thanks for reading and goodbye.



PS: I’m kidding. See you tomorrow.

The Larry King Happy Song Corner

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And Larry wonders. When I sing along with you. If everything could ever feel this real forever. If anything could ever be this good again. The only thing I’ll ever ask of you: you’ve got to promise not to stop when Larry says when… speaking of which. In 1971 I went to a special Memorial Day performance by Martha Raye at the Rainbow Room. Well, Martha was in fine form that night and Phil Donahue and I got so tanked on Cosmopolitans that we ended up singing along with Martha on a rousing rendition of Over There. And let’s just say, later that night backstage I found out why they called Martha "Big Mouth".

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