Behind the Curtain: First and Last Interview With the Creator of Hogan Torah
“Creativity comes from thinking differently. Surrounding yourself with new ideas, stepping out of your comfort zone, and shutting the fuck up and listening.”
The creator of Hogan Torah is a satirist, humorist, and memoirist who’s been writing online for over 20 years. His memoir writing is what hooked me, his storytelling chops are immense. You know when you read Hogan Torah that you’re in for a blunt, insightful, and funny ride. This interview goes past the armor of his invented character.
After explaining to me he’s turned down several interview inquiries over the last couple of years, Hogan requested I interview him. He’s a picky mofo. I was flattered. “How’d that work?” I asked, wondering how we’d divide the money, because the largest chunk of an interview is the answers. He said he didn’t want a dime. Cha-ching I said and began crafting the questions I hoped he’d answer. And, he did.
Q1. I’ve had the honor of knowing Hogan Torah and a bit of the person behind Hogan Torah for over two years now. When did you invent the Hogan Torah persona and why did you do it? I know you’re a huge fan of pro wrestling. Do pro-wrestlers change up their characters sometimes? Is this something you might do in the future?
The name is a bastardization of my real name Logan Mora. I liked my first name but when I started writing again Logan Paul was huge. One of my goals for this run was to autofill in Google. I couldn’t do it as Logan and our last name is universally disliked by all Mora’s as it’s assumed to be Hispanic.
My final detox from heroin was me, a bed in a room in the middle of nowhere, and my cellphone. I had read on Quora before and even answered a few questions. But for those three weeks I read all these question answers and I saw a lot of pain and suffering in the world. Teens feeling lost from broken homes needing someone to look up to. I play the unlikely hero but that’s part of my appeal.
I became Hogan Torah because I didn’t want to be one of a thousand recovery guys online. People struggle with sobriety, for me it’s not hard. I don’t ever want to live like that again. It’s hell. Makes for good stories after the fact, if you live through it.
I wanted to talk about relationships, music videos, and especially sex. I hadn’t had much libido for three years and it came back with a vengeance. I created a backstory that I lived in Hollywood and owned two Yogurtlands. I was about to buy a franchise in real life at one point, but it fell through.
The secret to my success in writing is pro wrestling. Hogan Torah is a gimmick. Otherwise I’d be just another white dude in a sea of boring white dudes with boring names and boring lives. He’s me with the volume turned up. Or sometimes turned down. The real me can be terrifying.
Pro wrestling characters evolve. Sometimes they adopt new gimmicks. If I can’t be Hogan Torah, I don’t want to do this. That’s why when I was banned from Quora I never went back.
Hogan Torah is Hogan Torah from here on out. I am Hogan Torah.
Hogan Torah is constantly evolving. He wants to spread a message of love, but his emotions sometimes get the better of him.
Q2. My favorite aspect of your Hogan Torah character is when you break character a bit and craft creative nonfiction based on your life experiences. You recently wrote, “My truth is stranger than fiction. If there’s one thing my life has been, it’s interesting.” In the same article, you reference many of your favorite stories, which are also my favorite stories written by you. They haven’t done as well as you’d hoped on the platform. Do you think there’s a wider audience for your creative nonfiction — and that of other CNF writers — perhaps on a different platform or in a different way (books, visual media, etc)?
I wouldn’t say they haven’t done as well as I’d hoped. Some of them yes, but I try not to have any expectations. We all want every story to reach as wide of an audience possible, but I take what I get. No use complaining, just keep writing.
Books are a tough nut to crack. Anyone can write and publish a book these days. Getting people to read it is the trick. There’s a lot of people who think they’re good writers who don’t understand what it means to be a good writer. It’s not metaphors and verse. It’s telling a good story.
People don’t read like they used to. Kids are glued to YouTube. YouTube is the future. Cry all you want about it, it’s already happened so you better adapt. Writing is less work than video creation, which involves shooting, lighting, sound, and video editing, and doing all those things well. Nothing worth doing is easy. And I’m adapting.
I think adapting some or all of my stories into movies or shows would be the way to go. Which is easy to say.
Yeah, I know people in the biz, sure. All I am to them is the guy who sold them drugs back in the day. Seth Rogan doesn’t remember my name. But if I didn’t see him ten years later in the 40 Year Old Virgin I wouldn’t remember him at all.
Q3. Would you be willing to share 3 aspects of “the real you” that you’ve incorporated into your Hogan Torah persona?
Questions like these are why I don’t do interviews and podcasts. Everyone wants a peek behind the curtain…
Fine. But a better question would be the variances between us.
Hogan Torah is comically insecure and makes up for it with tons of bravado. It’s something I noticed about myself after I sobered up. So I went over the top with it. I don’t think I’m as great as Hogan does. That’s a work.
Hogan Torah was designed to be popular with the ladies. I do okay in real life but when crafting Hogan I gave him qualities I thought women on a social media writing platform would find attractive. He’s not the guy you want to marry but he’s exactly the guy you’re looking for at the bar when it’s been a while. He’s a good time. Holy shit, it worked and then some.
I understand the value of fans but don’t give a shit. Hogan wants to help them. Hogan gets frustrated when he can’t. Hogan loves each and every one of his fans. Hogan gives a shit, which gets him into trouble.
Q4. What kind of jokes crack you up the most? Laffy Taffy, standup, random, self-deprecating, satire, slapstick, or?
It’s not really the formatting of the joke but the complexity. I love a good boomerang. It’s when you tell the joke and wait till the audience forgets about it, then when the time is right you use the same punchline to complete another joke out of nowhere. Very hard to do. The Ricky Martin joke in my “Dumpster Fucking” story is a great example. I brought that joke back 3 times. The two others I’ve seen pull off this type of joke on Medium are Alex Cooper and Gunner Barrett.
Q5. Do you use humor to deflect attention away from those of us who are curious about you?
I use humor to make money and get attention. I’m a writer, I need as much attention as I can get. Why do you think I talk shit to the writers who suck? I love attention. If you want to know more about me, keep reading my shit and follow me on Twitter.
I’ve revealed so much of myself to the world that it’s getting to the point that there’s not much left unsaid. No matter how much you reveal, people still want more.
Take those poor BTS guys. They can’t piss at a urinal without pictures being taken. They give interview after interview and everything they do in public no matter how mundane is news. They’re just dudes! Talented dudes but people.
I am a deeply flawed human being. While that’s part of my appeal I’d advise not looking too close. Because deep down I am also just some dude. I’ve been backstage. I’d rather watch from the floor. I’d advise doing the same.
Q6. Does it bother you that your IQ is above average but not genius level?
Oh god no. I wish I’d have never found that piece of paper. The whole point of that story was that for someone that’s quantified as smart, I do some really stupid shit and my life is a goddamn mess. If I was a genius my life would still be a mess but I’d feel worse.
Q7. Are you going to write a book with Los Angeles and entertainment industry stories you can share without risking your career as a creator?
Again with the book. I don’t currently plan on writing a book, not out of fear but efficiency. It doesn’t seem like a good investment of my time at the moment.
Career? What career? I’m done with IT. The day I changed my name on LinkedIn I turned my back to the corporate world. The nice thing about having no responsibilities is not needing much money.
Money is fucking stupid. It buys you things but it consumes all your time. I thought making 100k a year would make me happy. It didn’t. Being an influential microcelebrity makes me happy. I entertain and bring laughter to the world.
Q8. You’re the son of a Mouseketeer, your dad, who passed away suddenly when you were a teenager. Sometimes you write about him. It seems you had a close relationship with your father. Is that true? You keep your mom, sister, and other family information pretty private. Why did you make that choice? Do you have tips for writers of creative nonfiction who are navigating writing about living family?
It wasn’t sudden. It was a slow process over two years while the brain tumor altered his personality. It was horrible watching him deteriorate.
My father and I were close. Maybe too close. I was his confidant. Again, I was smart and he never talked to me like a child. My mom was in charge of discipline and teaching responsibility. My dad was my best friend and I was his.
All of this that I do, the creativity, wit, and insanity, comes from him. If he were still alive he’d be writing. It’s what he always wanted to do, but he had a family.
On the other hand, he didn’t think I had it. I remember asking him once when I was young, “Dad, do you think I could be famous?”
“No.” Just no. No explanation. No hesitation. Just no.
It didn’t bother me at the time and I’d forgotten all about it until recently. He worked since he was three. My grandmother and grandfather didn’t work, my dad was their little cash cow. He was little Jake in Annie Get Your Gun when he was five.
I don’t know if he didn’t want it for me, but the way he said no was like, no you don’t have it.
Well, guess what? Now I’m a writer. A much better writer than you ever were. Thanks for the encouragement.
My mom and sister are your average everyday people. They could do this if they wanted, but they’re happy just living their life. I don’t talk much about them because there’s not much to say.
My niece has it but the rule in my family is not until you’re 18. No child entertainers. It fucks you up. You want a job? Fill out an application for Taco Bell.
My extended family…You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I will say that Amanda Pressner-Kreuser, former senior editor of Shape magazine, and current content mill owner, is my first cousin. She’s always been supportive, but we write two different things.
As far as other writers who debate what to say and what not to say, I say, say it but only state facts. After my Dad passed I resented that my Mom got the money and cut me off. I never got a dollar after turning 18 I didn’t have to pay back. I thought it was horseshit at the time but it taught me the value of money.
My old journals aren’t too kind to her but as time passed, I got it. I’m very glad I never published the first book I started writing. The title might have well been My Mom’s a Bitch. My Mom is absolutely not a bitch. She’s great and I’m lucky to have her.
Q9. Do you think being a Dark Empath has made your life more difficult or easier or both? How?
More painful. I want to be loved. But I have personality traits that make it hard. It’s not something that therapy can fix. This is my wiring. Built for a more brutal time. I’m a warrior. I have an innate need to fight.
I can get the girl, but I can’t keep her. The ones who stay have their own issues. Sucks.
Q10. You found early internet fame by being pretty “out there” with sex. You’ve confided reading about sex is boring to you. You see it as something most of us do and don’t see the big deal about sex writing.
Right. That’s one of my core values. The slut/stud dichotomy needs to die. The more consensual sex the better. Man or woman. I do my part to dispel what religion has taught us.
The sex writers on this platform have had sex with three people and married the last one. I know when someone is writing fan fiction. You ain’t swingers, you ain’t an escort, your husband is lucky to get laid once a month. You’re vanilla as hell and you have no idea what you are talking about because your info comes second hand from other people who don’t know what they’re talking about. Especially that purple haired one with the fake profile picture. Complete rubbish.
Franklin V fucks, Meghan M fucks, Joe fucks, Witt fucks, Demeter fucks, Teppidfart fucks, Ben fucks enough and the rest are sus. They all either use their real name or picture. If you’re truly sexually liberated you won’t have to hide behind a pen name and a picture of someone else's shoulder. Don’t give me that it’s different for women crap. If that’s the case you’re part of the problem.
Also if this place is so woke where are all the gay sex writers? Where are the trans? What about the nonbinary?
Q11. You found success in 2020 pretty early into your writing on this platform. I encourage people not to only strive for monetary success here because I find the culture pro-productivity, pro-bro, pro-hustle-culture, and psychologically manipulative. Many writers are susceptible to the psychology of “cranking out content.” What I’m more interested in than “how to be successful on….” is what have you learned about the writing craft over the last 2+ years? Which words are overused? What mistakes do you read from writers who are attempting to tell stories?
Woah woah woah. I was not successful when I started. At all. I was reposting old Quora answers that were barely reworked. Here’s my numbers for my second month. This is where I was after 40 stories.
When I started on Medium I was told by more than one contemporary that this wasn’t the place for me. It was all woke, white ally for cash, waking up at 5 am, and the stench of the dumpster Gary Vee had crawled out of still lingered.
People here didn’t understand what funny was. I had to teach them, and it took a while. I was appalled at what passes for humor here. I still am sometimes. Fuck, look at the unfunny motherfuckers gaming the tags for Top Writer in humor. Only thing funny about them is them being at the top of the humor category.
The thing nobody gets about me is I don’t care about money. At all. Fuck money. If I had to write about shit like mindfulness I’d go back to IT. I’ve read 50 stories about mindfulness and still couldn’t tell you what the fuck it is, meaning it’s bullshit or everyone writing about it fucking sucks.
Bitching about those guys is an utter waste of time. What you did is a waste of a question on people who don’t matter when you could have asked a great writer about what he does. Fuck em. Who gives a shit? The things I write about are the things the people who pay five bucks to read want to read. I make a lot more off people who don’t live on Medium reading your stories than writers who write about writing reading your work. I make more money per time spent writing than they do. Show me all the doctored numbers you want. They’re all full of shit.
Words. I think Grammarly is a waste of thirty bucks a month and makes your writing soulless. If you write hustle porn, you’re a waste of screen real estate and probably semi-literate so knock yourself out. But if you want to stand out for your writing, stop using it. Trust your voice. I didn’t get here by letting Grammarly make me coherent.
Stories. The few IRL friends that still talk to me sometimes say, “Why don’t you write a story about the time we did this or the time we did this?” Because there is no story. We went to Havesu, met some chicks, and had sex with them. There was no conflict, no lesson was learned, no character development. It wasn’t funny. It wasn’t traumatic. It wasn’t the first, last, or only time we did it. There’s no story.
Q12. You are a talented storyteller. You reminded me early on that stories have a beginning, middle, and end. It seems simple, but when crafting stories from old journal entries or life memories, some writers get lost in the emotional aspect of the story and forget to create a palatable story. Do you have any tips on the art of storytelling? Do you think part of your prowess comes from verbal storytelling?
The best comedians are storytellers. Dave Chappelle doesn’t tell jokes, he tells stories. The words he uses, his pace, his tone, are all deliberate to get a laugh at the end.
A good storyteller can make you feel whatever he wants. I can make you laugh, I can make you cry, I can pull on your heartstrings, I can make you nostalgic. That comes from almost 25 years of online experience writing.
My storytelling tip is Chekhov's gun. Google it if you don’t know that term because it’s important. What’s the point of your story? If it’s irrelevant to the point who cares? Don’t go off on tangents. Tell me what happened, keep it moving, and have a point.
Whatever category you write about you need to be entertaining. If you demonstrate to your readers that no matter what you write about it’s going to be entertaining, you can get them to read anything. I can talk about pro wrestling now and get a hundred reads. Which is nothing but the Medium audience isn’t seeking it out.
Writing about the past. The toughest thing for me to write was the dead girlfriend story. It’s one of the first things I wrote as Hogan Torah. Writing about it was part of the healing.
I still have no closure. It still hurts. But without Cassandra dying, Hogan Torah wouldn’t exist. A sequence of events needed to happen otherwise I wouldn’t be being interviewed right now by a writer I admire. Though having a wife, kids, and house was what I wanted, that’s not the way it worked out.
I’ve been beaten, picked on, stabbed, punched, kicked, banned, robbed, plagiarized, ostracized, shunned, kicked out, fucked with, and to all the people who did me dirty I say thank you. They gave me something to write about. It’s made me the person I fantasized about becoming as a kid.
Today I’m a professional writer who works for the fastest growing wrestling organization in the world, Game Changer Wrestling (GCW). I have fans. I’m admired. All the terrible shit created one of the most unique and powerful voices in writing today. I love being Hogan Torah.
Q13. How do you discern quality feedback on your writing from criticism that doesn’t hit right? Do you have a good grasp of knowing when you receive quality feedback versus feedback that’s not necessary, or that you don’t want to incorporate? How do you know when you’ve written an exceptional story? This has nothing to do with stats, etc.
Quality feedback? What the fuck is that? Lol.
My favorite editor is Susan Brearley but she doesn’t edit anymore. Same goes for Sarah Paris. Baskerville is probably the best for me personally. He gets the vaudeville stuff I do. To all my other editors if I still publish in your pub, I like you. Otherwise I wouldn’t.
I have a well deserved reputation for being hard to work with. I have a vision. I know where I want to go and what needs to happen on the way there. Editors need to fix my syntax errors, tell me if I’ve said something offensive and if anything is hard to understand.
As far as the pacing or how much something needs to be explained, fuck off unless you have a specific idea. I’m a minimalist who respects my readers' intelligence. If you want to know why I said something, ask, I’ll tell you. But don’t try to school me. Why the fuck would I make that a quote? Nothing needs to be bolded or italicized ever. Keep your horrible formatting for your own stories.
I can put my work anywhere. The editors who see the numbers know Hogan Torah equals clicks.
You know I’m a great writing coach. I used to give honest feedback but the way I do it rubs people the wrong way. People used to ask me to look at their work. I’d read it and ask them why they think this is humor. I didn’t laugh once. Why are you wasting your time and my time with this silly word crap? If you want my feedback and I tell you it sucks it’s because it sucks.
People get in these circle jerks where everyone loves everyone's writing. If it sucks they clap and like anyways. I’m the asshole for pointing out that the story is weak and disjointed. So I just keep my mouth shut and shake my head when they wonder why they’re not making money.
“If you get a compliment from me, you earned that shit.”
My favorite writer on Medium is Hogan Torah. I read his stuff all the time. I notice missed humor opportunities, I see which sentences don’t need to be there, and try to understand why a story did or didn’t click.
Exceptional stories? You just know. I can be subjective with my own work.
Case in point: There’s a story I’ve been kicking around for three weeks. The title is How to Not Care About Saving For Retirement. I can’t for the life of me get it to work. I could just publish as is and see what happens, but I won’t. The story sucks. It’s not funny, it’s not good, it’s just not working. I’m not publishing something that sucks. I’m deleting it.
You want me to talk about “405 of Broken Dreams,” don’t you? Fine.
I had an idea. It was more complex than anything I’d written before. No idea if it was going to work. I was about halfway through and went, holy shit this is great. I didn’t get excited yet because I wasn’t sure how to end it.
I nailed that ending. That’s the best part. Oh my god. When I re-read that I couldn’t believe I wrote it. It made 30 bucks for the 25 hours I put into writing it but who gives a shit? There’s no denying that story. Give it to any pro, they’ll agree. I could have stopped writing after that. That was my goal. To write something epic.
The other wow story is “Dumpster Fucking.” That’s always been one of my better verbal anecdotes. That really happened as did Broken. Broken Dreams is better from a literary standpoint, but Dumpster Fucking is amazing all around. Humor, prose, flow, linking all back together. Perfect pacing and most of all, it made a lot of fucking money and continues to make a lot of money.
They can’t all be like that and I accept it. I just do the best job I can.
Q14. Recently, I read your take on Coachella. What’s the best music festival you’ve been to? Have you ever had an out-of-body experience at a music festival? If so, what was it like? Do you find you learn anything new about creativity when you attend festivals?
How the hell did you know to ask about my out of body experiences? Because, yes a few times. Not because I achieved some transcendental state of euphoria through music, but because I rolled up a 100 and stuck it in a bag of ketamine and donkey punched my brain into oblivion.
As far as what it was like it’s a bit out there for the context of this interview. I have an upcoming story about raving I’m currently working on that will likely cover it. Later I’ll write about desert parties. Specifically the time I ODed in the middle of nowhere at a Moontribe gathering. I brought GHB and was choking on my own vomit. Someone had to pry my mouth open so I didn’t aspirate. I don’t remember a thing.
The best? Do raves count? For traditional festivals it has to be a Coachella. The Empire Polo Fields is the best venue in America. You can walk barefoot, and I highly recommend doing so. The grass is so nice.
I’m looking at old lineups trying to remember which ones I went to. Pre cellphone era. Better not lose your friends. So many bands played multiple times. There’s a few bands I know I saw and a few I haven’t. It all blends together after 20 years.
The first Coachella lineup was the best ever. But they held it in October which for Palm Springs means hot. It was 120 degrees at 3 pm in the tent where we saw BT perform. The sweat condensed on the roof of the tent and it rained sweat on us. Tickets were 50 bucks. The headliners were Rage Against The Machine and Tool. Absolute logistical nightmare. The layout made no sense. Nobody knew which stage was what. They ran out of bottled water at sundown. Lots of problems.
I think 2003–2004 were the high water marks before tickets hit the ‘fuck that’ psychological threshold and tickets sold out in 90 seconds or something. Gotta give it to night two of 2003. Iggy motherfucking Pop is my spirit animal. And The Blue Man group was an unexpected sonic hallucinogen that came outta nowhere. The Chili Peppers fucking suck but still the best one.
Creativity comes from thinking differently. Surrounding yourself with new ideas, stepping out of your comfort zone, and shutting the fuck up and listening.
The most interesting people I’ve met and learned the most from aren’t famous, they’re homeless. It’s not the drugs themselves that promote creativity. It’s the people you meet when acquiring and selling drugs. I’ll talk to anyone and talk to them all the same.
People use the word introvert as an excuse. I love that Geico commercial that shits all over that woman who identifies as an introvert. I don’t like most people, but that doesn’t stop me from introducing myself to new ones.
I had a chance to go to what would be Faith No More’s last show in Los Angeles for 25 years. But I had an algebra class in college that night that I wasn’t doing well in. I told my friend sorry and went to class…
I don’t remember class that day. I couldn’t tell you what happened. I don’t remember if my teacher was a man or a woman. I failed the class. But I would have remembered that Faith No More concert. Fuck. Still pisses me off.
Moral is, go out. Make memories. That’s what life is about. I don’t care how old you are. Go!
Q15. Like me, you didn’t read for several years. Why? Are you reading again? Who are 3 of your favorite deceased women authors? Same for dead dudes?
See, this is why I don’t do podcasts. I’d be fucked. Three dead women? The drug humor and sci-fi stuff I read has traditionally been dominated by males. That’s slowly changing and I say about fucking time.
I didn’t read for about 15 years because I couldn’t focus on the page due to the opiates and muscle relaxers I was addicted to. That’s about all there is to that.
I rarely read books anymore. Ain’t nobody got time for that. Short stories, novellas, and collections. I own around 3,000 books already. I don’t allow myself to buy more.
Dead chicks: Irma Bombeck, is Jean M. Auel dead? Holy shit she’s still alive. Uh oh. Fuck, women writers live forever. Jesus. Beverly Cleary! Lived till 106 it says goddamn. Anne Rice and yes it counts.
Dead dudes: Hunter S. Thompson, William Burroughs, Isaac Asimov
Q16. If I flew out to Los Angeles today to visit you, what would we do?
Well, if you were single I know one thing.
Other than that I’d take you to Disneyland, Santa Monica Pier, Griffith Observatory. Vasquez Rocks, Probably take you to Angles Crest or Julian since it’s pretty flat where you live. Maybe drive to Vegas. And of course, a live GCW show.
Q17. Do you have off-platform projects in the works? If so, can you share anything about them?
Yes projects. Tell you, nah.
You’ll see it soon enough. It’s a YouTube project. A different one. Keeping it simple. I don’t want to talk about it because it will be ready when it’s ready.
Then, watch GCW. If it’s coming to your town, go see it live. MDK all motherfucking day. And that’s all I can say.
Q18. What creative projects have you worked on and failed on tremendously? What did you learn from failing?
The book. That was my original goal and Quora was supposed to be a writing exercise. When a story doesn’t come out as you had hoped you shrug and write another story. You get one first book.
It wasn’t the epicness you would expect from a Hogan Torah book. The story was okay. I knew it was going to be meh, so I focused more on online writing. This whole professional creative thing is less than 3 years old for me.
I know what you’re alluding to. I’m not talking about that.
Q19. Did you go to your high school prom? Insert photo. ;P
Oh christ. Here’s what happened for Prom. Didn’t have a girlfriend. There were girls from other schools I could have taken. I didn’t want to have to buy two tickets and I didn’t want to go alone because that’s pathetic.
I asked this girl from my high school. I didn’t like her. Like, I thought she was a shitty person but she looked okay for pictures and wasn’t taller than me with heels on so whatever. She couldn’t stand me either but I was popular.
I asked her, she said yes. Great.
Fast forward to the last day to buy tickets and we hadn’t gotten them yet. I ask her, what’s the deal?
“Oh, I have a boyfriend now. He wants to take me. I hope you’re not mad.”
Mad, yes. You could have told me that a week ago and I could have found another date. Fucking bitch. Whatever.
I spent the 500 I had saved for prom on a Tanita scale and an ounce of chronic and started slangin dub sacks. My descent into drugs was all her fault.
Here’s the good part. On Monday after prom she’s sitting next to me in class and I ask with unfiltered scorn and resentment how prom was.
“Oh, my boyfriend tried to feel me up so I dumped him. Otherwise it was alright.”
“If you didn’t want to get felt up why the fuck didn’t you go with me! I wouldn’t have touched you! I can’t stand you! You know that!” I Just needed a decent looking girl for the picture. Yeesh.
I aged a lot better than she did so fuck her. She doesn’t get a name.
You want a picture? Here.
Q20. You say that you — and some others you know — were made to be born in a different time. Why? I’m doubting you would’ve been a writer in a different time and am glad you’re here now. I think many creatives feel like we don’t fit into this time/culture for various reasons. As a renegade, what are some of your coping mechanisms for navigating a culture that’s not exactly supportive of creatives?
Time is an artificial construct. Time is irrelevant. A hundred years ago I’d have died at 20 in a ditch. Two hundred years ago I’d have died at 17 in a forest. Today I write dick jokes on a computer.
Everyone has excuses for why they can’t or it’s not happening.
People have been telling me I’ve been wasting my time since day one. My mom had no faith. Get a real job already, she said. My Mom talks on the phone a lot. Before when people asked what I was doing she told them I took online surveys. Pissed me off.
Then she read 405 of Broken Dreams. Now when people ask she says, “Logan’s a writer.” Never said a thing about the job again.
I’d post my stories on Facebook only for them to be ignored. Then I posted Dumpster Fucking. All my friends were like holy shit you’re like a real writer now. Yeah, fuck you guys. Thanks for being there. Assholes.
My coping mechanism is I don’t care. Leave nasty comments, please! I march to the beat of my own drum. I dress like a fifteen year old going through a phase. I’m a forty year old who goes to raves and loves pro wrestling. My friends grew up, I never did.
I’m the bad guy you love to hate. I want to make you laugh, I want to piss you off, I want you to react to what I’m doing, but you never know what I’m going to do next.
Follow me and read my shit, or don’t. I don’t know if I’ll get that Netflix series or that job with the WWE, but I promise I’ll make it good.
You deserve to be loved. Your words have more power than you think. What do you want your message to be?
