#DearDiary, I have been feeling so empty and uninspired in regards to my drawing and writing, so I asked Todd for some subject matter from his life in a desperate attempt to get something down on paper. I know it’s probably cheating to appropriate another person’s history for a diary entry, but this is my art and my artist’s license, so fuck it. Something is better than nothing. Maybe. Todd very quickly conjured a memory of a fabulous circa 1989 Detroit adventure involving porn legend Karen Dior and a handful of gay male adult film stars that included Joey Stefano in cop drag shoving a billy club almost all the way up his world famous ass. Even though the real police were eventually called in to break up the good time, Todd’s delightfully lurid story was an easy visual that I had no problem mentally converting to a magic marker cat cartoon. When I urged Todd for more tales from his misspent youth, he got really bossy and controlling, unfortunately forcing me to abort the whole brainstorming session. Places I’d Rather Be. The Nectarine Ballroom. And I’d like to be there with Karen Dior. And Todd. Maybe. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen.

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#DearDiary, I’ve been buying a lot of vintage vinyl lately—teenage obsessions I couldn’t fully explore way back when with my limited funds. It’s pretty much the only non-food shopping I do nowadays in our new life, and it’s a wildly fulfilling pastime. I bought the first three Rough Trade albums on EBay last week because I currently have a burning passion for the band—and the genius singer Carol Pope—since recently scoring an original “promo only” Cruising soundtrack at Recycled Records in Monterey. It’s crazy that you can’t find the song “Shake Down” anywhere else, even though it is so fucking major. Rough Trade is so fucking major. Carol Pope is so fucking major. Every night, I lie in bed ravenously watching old Rough Trade tv performances and concerts and interviews on YouTube and voraciously Google deep diving any and all band histories while compulsively checking my Instagram to see if Carol Pope has finally decided to be my friend. It’s like I’m a geeked out 17-year-old all over again. It’s like a high school confidential. Places I’d Rather Be. The Chimney. And I’d like to be there with Carol Pope. *For the record. Since starting this diary entry last night, I ordered via Discogs a deluxe multi-disc Waxwork reissue of the Cruising soundtrack—a release I was unaware of until this morning—that includes three additional Rough Trade songs recorded for the film that never made the final cut. I also returned to EBay today to add the fourth Rough Trade album to my collection. Five minutes ago, I purchased a bitchin’ Rough Trade t-shirt from Carol Pope’s online store. I probably am going to go back in for the coffee mug. #TrueConfessions by Bill Mullen.

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