In many respects I'm not a normal guy. For a large part of my life I've been touched by the supernatural world. Be skeptical; I am. It's the only thing that's kept me sane for this long.
Personally, I don't care if you think I'm making this up or not. Although I'm very pleased when someone drops me a line and tells me they enjoy what I write, ultimately I'm writing this for me. It's become my coping mechanism to distance myself from my own life: I write about what's bothering me and I feel a little better. Not to mention all the friendly people on the net who send me advice. I appreciate every mail and try to respond to each, even if I disagree with what you're saying.
Still, I'd like to entertain people a little. So that's my challenge, I guess. I'll write a journal that people will care about without stooping to making stuff up, like that Walter Miller guy, or I'll fail so amusingly that Suck will devote two paragraphs in Hit'n'Run CXVLLI ripping me a new sphincter. We shall see.
Harold Culney
harry@prometheus.frii.com
September 25, 1997