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About Me — Russ Josephs
Doer of dumb sh*t
There is something to be said for people who learn from their mistakes.
Better yet, people who are able to proactively stop themselves from making them in the first place.
I am not one of those people.
My life has been a serious of disastrous stints, all of which began rather promisingly and with the best intentions. Somewhere along the way — usually almost immediately, but when it was already too late to turn back — I realized I had a made a terrible, terrible error.
Fortunately, it all makes for good stories, especially if you subscribe to Woody Allen’s definition of comedy (tragedy plus time). And I believe it was Henry Miller who said that a writer’s job is to immerse themselves in something deep enough to make it feel honest but not so deep that they never make it back. Thus far I have always managed to do just that.
That being said, sometimes I do wonder how I’m still here.
Because the truth is I’ve done a lot of really dumb shit.
I mean, just the poorest, least thought-out crap imaginable.
Granted, none of it was on purpose. Each and every time, without fail, I always thought it was going to work out. In fact, I always thought I was some kind of a genius for coming up with…
