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Dear Diary,

On December 21, 2025, there was a fatal shark attack just off Lovers Point in Pacific Grove, CA.

Pacific Grove is the next town over from Todd and me and our West Coast life, and Lovers Point is where we go to sit quietly on a bench and stare peacefully at the sea.

Todd still won’t stop talking about the shark attack, even when I ask him not to.
To say he’s obsessed would be putting it mildly.

True Confessions by Bill Mullen.

Dear Diary, On December 21, 2025, there was a fatal shark attack just off Lovers Point in Pacific Grove, CA. Pacific Grove is the next town over from Todd and me and our West Coast life, and Lovers Point is where we go to sit quietly on a bench and stare peacefully at the sea. Todd still won’t stop talking about the shark attack, even when I ask him not to. To say he’s obsessed would be putting it mildly. True Confessions by Bill Mullen.

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#SharkAttack #SharkArt #SharkDrawing #SharkCartoon #SharkIllustration #Shark #Jaws #GreatWhiteShark #PacificGrove #LoversPoint #MontereyPeninsula #KingOfTheMontereyPeninsula #BlackCat #HorrorArt #HorrorDrawing #HorrorCartoon #PostcardsFromTheEdge

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Dear Diary,

Last Friday night, we went to see the punk band Apricot Court perform at Cuz’s Sportsman’s Club bar up in Seaside.
Apricot Court is a VERY cool band.

Although we love it out here, sometimes I find myself hyper aware of what is not really here.
And alarmingly, what is probably never going to be here.
It was a relief—as well as a rare and beautiful thing—to be able to feed a particular “punk” need last Friday night up in Seaside.
Maybe you can understand this.

Although Apricot Court hails from Pacific Grove and therefore totally local, the band sadly doesn’t play around here that often. Certainly not enough for Todd and me.
One is much more likely to catch an Apricot Court gig a lot further north in Santa Cruz. Or way down south in Los Angeles, even.
The magnificent Anthony Annigoni, guitarist and lead vocalist for Apricot Court, said to me, “They don’t like us here in Monterey. We’re too punk for ‘em. We come from the school of Joe Strummer, not heavy metal.”

This resonates deeply.
When I moved to New York City in 1987, I remember thinking it was the only place in the world that would want me.
Up until that point, I had always felt like I was in the wrong location for lots of reasons.
A different kind of punk, but also the same.

Apricot Court has a new single out on Saturday.
If you were actually any version of cool and/or punk, you’d support Apricot Court on all platforms.

True Confessions by Bill Mullen.

Dear Diary, Last Friday night, we went to see the punk band Apricot Court perform at Cuz’s Sportsman’s Club bar up in Seaside. Apricot Court is a VERY cool band. Although we love it out here, sometimes I find myself hyper aware of what is not really here. And alarmingly, what is probably never going to be here. It was a relief—as well as a rare and beautiful thing—to be able to feed a particular “punk” need last Friday night up in Seaside. Maybe you can understand this. Although Apricot Court hails from Pacific Grove and therefore totally local, the band sadly doesn’t play around here that often. Certainly not enough for Todd and me. One is much more likely to catch an Apricot Court gig a lot further north in Santa Cruz. Or way down south in Los Angeles, even. The magnificent Anthony Annigoni, guitarist and lead vocalist for Apricot Court, said to me, “They don’t like us here in Monterey. We’re too punk for ‘em. We come from the school of Joe Strummer, not heavy metal.” This resonates deeply. When I moved to New York City in 1987, I remember thinking it was the only place in the world that would want me. Up until that point, I had always felt like I was in the wrong location for lots of reasons. A different kind of punk, but also the same. Apricot Court has a new single out on Saturday. If you were actually any version of cool and/or punk, you’d support Apricot Court on all platforms. True Confessions by Bill Mullen.

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#ApricotCourt #ApricotCourtBand #PunkArt #PunkBand #CaliforniaPunk #Punk #Punks #PunkCartoon #PunkDrawing #PunkIllustration #OutsiderArt #Outsiders #Markers #Sketchbook ##Diary #GuysWithLongHair #GuysWithTattoos #PostcardsFromTheEdge

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My postcard just sold in the Visual AIDS benefit at the Barry Campbell Gallery in New York City.
#barrycampbellgallery #visualaids #postcardsfromtheedge #postcardart ##aidsbenefit #margiekelk

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Thrilled to be part of Visual Aids #PostcardsFromTheEdge again this year! My piece sold this morning, but there is still a lot of fantastic work available! Head to there website and pick up a piece all weekend!

📸: @haafwit.bsky.social

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My favorite film performances from the 1990s. Meryl Streep, Suzanne Vale, "Postcards from the Edge" (directed by Mike Nichols). #movies #films #favoriteperformances #merylstreep #postcardsfromtheedge #mikenichols

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Carrie Fisher’s Postcards from the Edge is messy, honest, and deeply human just like real love.
@pmiscove.bsky.social  & @carriecourogen.bsky.social  discuss one of the best mother-daughter films ever written.
 Hear the full convo + bonus content for supporters. #PodcastLikeIts #PostcardsFromTheEdge

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#DearDiary,

Friday 10/24/2025.

Todd and I drove to San Francisco Friday morning to see Garbage perform at the Warfield later that night.

We stayed where we always stay at the Mark Hopkins Hotel where we were given a beautiful room with an absolutely insane view of the city.

Because we got to town early, we used our free time to visit the super cool Romer Young Gallery. I purchased an incredible piece of art by Gwenaël Rattke, a wildly talented Berlin-based artist of whom I am a huge fan.

We had dinner reservations before the show at our favorite restaurant Florio on Fillmore and we ate almost too much but not quite. Our meal was so delicious that we booked a table for Sunday.

When we arrived at the theatre there were backstage passes to go along with our comped tickets. We bought merch and cocktails and we were delighted to discover celebrities in the VIP area.
The concert was brilliant. Our pal Shirley Manson was gorgeous and rockstar perfection as always, and the band matched her superstar excellence. Todd was in heaven and so was I, grateful for old friends who rule. We love you, Shirley.

After the show, we Ubered down to the Powerhouse on Folsom Street, one of the world’s greatest gay bars. Famously edgy and sleazy and sexy and trashy, it’s also way easy to just hang out there with a drink and people watch, although we spent most of our time eyeballing our hot stuff bartender Max. Max gifted us tequila shots, which made him even foxier.

A another magical day in California.

I apologize that there is no sad or creepy spin provided here.

#TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

#DearDiary, Friday 10/24/2025. Todd and I drove to San Francisco Friday morning to see Garbage perform at the Warfield later that night. We stayed where we always stay at the Mark Hopkins Hotel where we were given a beautiful room with an absolutely insane view of the city. Because we got to town early, we used our free time to visit the super cool Romer Young Gallery. I purchased an incredible piece of art by Gwenaël Rattke, a wildly talented Berlin-based artist of whom I am a huge fan. We had dinner reservations before the show at our favorite restaurant Florio on Fillmore and we ate almost too much but not quite. Our meal was so delicious that we booked a table for Sunday. When we arrived at the theatre there were backstage passes to go along with our comped tickets. We bought merch and cocktails and we were delighted to discover celebrities in the VIP area. The concert was brilliant. Our pal Shirley Manson was gorgeous and rockstar perfection as always, and the band matched her superstar excellence. Todd was in heaven and so was I, grateful for old friends who rule. We love you, Shirley. After the show, we Ubered down to the Powerhouse on Folsom Street, one of the world’s greatest gay bars. Famously edgy and sleazy and sexy and trashy, it’s also way easy to just hang out there with a drink and people watch, although we spent most of our time eyeballing our hot stuff bartender Max. Max gifted us tequila shots, which made him even foxier. A another magical day in California. I apologize that there is no sad or creepy spin provided here. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

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#ShirleyManson #Garbage #TheWarfield #MarkHopkinsHotel #RomerYoungGallery #GwenaëlRattke #SFPowerhouse #SanFrancisco #California #CaliforniaArt #OctopusArt #RockArt #PunkArt #SciFiArt #MermaidArt #UnderWaterArt #PostcardsFromTheEdge

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R.I.P., Barbara #Gips [°July 10, 1936 – Oct. 16, 2025]🕯️😔🌹

#copywriter #taglines #KramervsKramer #Alien #FatalAttraction #NoWayOut #Silkwood #DesperatelySeekingSusan #PostcardsfromtheEdge #JanetMaslin #PhilipGips #ArchieGips #BarbaraSolinger #BarbaraGips

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Carrie Fisher Actresses Carrie Frances Fisher (October 21, 1956 – December 27, 2016) was an American actress, writer, and comedienne. She played Princess Leia in the Star Wars films, a role for which she was nom…

#HappyBirthday #CarrieFisher #actress #writer #StarWars #PrincessLeia #GeneralOrgana #BluesBrothers #WhenHarryMetSally #TheBurbs #PostcardsFromTheEdge #DropDeadFred #WishfulDrinking #PopCultureIcon #GoneTooSoon #GoneButNotForgotten #geek #blog #tv #GeekWithClipOns #IReviewStuff #IRS

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I think the 80s brought a trio on mother/daughter films. #TermsofEndearment #PostcardsfromtheEdge and- even though released in 1990 - the trifecta ends with #StealMagnolias. All with #ShirleyMacLaine

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#DearDiary,

More new friends in San Francisco…

Brandon.
At The Edge.
Saturday, 09/11/25.

#TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

#DearDiary, More new friends in San Francisco… Brandon. At The Edge. Saturday, 09/11/25. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

#DearDiary in ALT TEXT… @thequeermagneto.bsky.social #BrandonFrost #TheEdge #TheEdgeBar #EdgeBarSF #GayArt #GayCartoon #GayDrawing #GayBar #GayClub #Castro #SFNightlife #SanFrancisco #GoGoBoy #QueerArt #QueerDrawing #QueerCartoon #MaleBeauty #PostcardsFromTheEdge

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9/14/1990
#PostcardsFromTheEdge
#MikeNichols #CarrieFisher
#MerylStreep #ShirleyMacLaine #DennisQuaid #GeneHackman #RichardDreyfuss #RobReiner
#StartsToday #35thAnniversary #filmsky

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#DearDiary,

Missing Persons, part 3.

When the Kickers of Ass finally dropped me off at my house after the party, Dagmar was polishing off a cigarette in the shadows of her parents’ carport.
Dagmar and I spent the next couple of hours dancing to records the Kickers of Ass would have scorned and ridiculed. Thompson Twins and Altered Images. The Selecter. Nowhere Girl and Upstairs At Eric’s. Despite the fact that Dagmar had an infant brother and a crabby 10th grade sister, her parents never gave us any hassle about playing music at 3 AM in their living room.
Dagmar and I had these after hours New Wave dance parties fairly regularly, but I remember then and there on that particular night coming to the conclusion that this—whatever this was—was what I wanted and needed my future to be.
As opposed to something I did in the dark, separate from my so-called real life.

May, 1984–on my way home after freshman year of college to Kansas where Mom and Dad had moved the previous October—I was surprised and delighted to discover Missing Persons in the flesh looking at magazines and buying snacks in a Logan Airport newsstand.
Dale was head to toe leopard print MTV super fox glamour perfection. Leopard print spandex and leopard print stiletto boots. Leopard print luggage. Leopard print chiffon wrapped around her delicate silver screen made up face like a punk dream Catwoman Norma Desmond.
As the rest of the band observed sternly, beautiful Dale gave me a glossy lipped, high voltage movie star smile when I nervously started up a conversation that included an autograph request.
“To Dagmar,” the goddess cheerfully and conspiratorially inscribed on a postcard.

Sometimes, when we’d be lying on the beige wall to wall carpet too tired to dance any longer, Dagmar would turn to me with a wicked grin and confide, “You know what, Bill? I’ve got L.A. fever.”
And I knew just what she meant.
Even though I had never actually been there before.

#TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

#DearDiary, Missing Persons, part 3. When the Kickers of Ass finally dropped me off at my house after the party, Dagmar was polishing off a cigarette in the shadows of her parents’ carport. Dagmar and I spent the next couple of hours dancing to records the Kickers of Ass would have scorned and ridiculed. Thompson Twins and Altered Images. The Selecter. Nowhere Girl and Upstairs At Eric’s. Despite the fact that Dagmar had an infant brother and a crabby 10th grade sister, her parents never gave us any hassle about playing music at 3 AM in their living room. Dagmar and I had these after hours New Wave dance parties fairly regularly, but I remember then and there on that particular night coming to the conclusion that this—whatever this was—was what I wanted and needed my future to be. As opposed to something I did in the dark, separate from my so-called real life. May, 1984–on my way home after freshman year of college to Kansas where Mom and Dad had moved the previous October—I was surprised and delighted to discover Missing Persons in the flesh looking at magazines and buying snacks in a Logan Airport newsstand. Dale was head to toe leopard print MTV super fox glamour perfection. Leopard print spandex and leopard print stiletto boots. Leopard print luggage. Leopard print chiffon wrapped around her delicate silver screen made up face like a punk dream Catwoman Norma Desmond. As the rest of the band observed sternly, beautiful Dale gave me a glossy lipped, high voltage movie star smile when I nervously started up a conversation that included an autograph request. “To Dagmar,” the goddess cheerfully and conspiratorially inscribed on a postcard. Sometimes, when we’d be lying on the beige wall to wall carpet too tired to dance any longer, Dagmar would turn to me with a wicked grin and confide, “You know what, Bill? I’ve got L.A. fever.” And I knew just what she meant. Even though I had never actually been there before. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

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#DaleBozzio #MissingPersons #NewWave #Punk #RockStar #RockArt #PunkArt #NewWaveArt #80s #Eighties #Memoir #Memories #Markers #MTV #LeopardPrint #RhymeAndReason #SurrenderYourHeart #Give #Heroes #PostcardsFromTheEdge

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#PostcardsFromTheEdge is BACK

If you could send one message from your town, park, or coast to the people in power
what would it say?

This August, join communities across the UK as we flood social media with digital
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#DearDiary,

Channel J, Part 2.

#DearDiary,

I used to watch so much Channel J.
Robin Byrd and Midnight Blue and Men And Films of course, but the advertisements were so great too. The most memorable being the 970-PEEE commercial, obviously.
That was like pure genius, high art even.

I can’t remember state capitals or my last zip code, but I can still perfectly recite the fabulous 970-PEEE Girl’s fabulous lines more than 35 years later.

IYKYK.

#TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

#DearDiary, Channel J, Part 2. #DearDiary, I used to watch so much Channel J. Robin Byrd and Midnight Blue and Men And Films of course, but the advertisements were so great too. The most memorable being the 970-PEEE commercial, obviously. That was like pure genius, high art even. I can’t remember state capitals or my last zip code, but I can still perfectly recite the fabulous 970-PEEE Girl’s fabulous lines more than 35 years later. IYKYK. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

#DearDiary in ALT TEXT… #970PEEE #970PEEEgirl #ManhattanCable #ChannelJ #Channel35 #Nineties #90s #PornCartoon #PornArt #PunkArt #PissArt #PissCartoon #PissPlay #Sketchbook #Markers #Memories #Memoir #BadCat #PostcardsFromTheEdge

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#DearDiary,

Channel J, Part 1.

Voyeur Vision was a 90’s after hours Manhattan Cable Channel J program starring Lynn Muscarella, a bubbly and charismatic cutie—think a Long Island Love Boat Cruise Director Julie McCoy—answering viewers’ calls and performing live phone sex on a satiny brass bed for her weeknight television audience which just about always included me.

Lynn Muscarella’s look was exclusively non-X-rated lingerie on air, although her fans would go nuts for the not infrequent nip slip or the elusive lace thong loose labia wardrobe malfunction. At some point during every show she’d bust out a giant size vibrator to bring herself and the episode to a climax, but it was only occasionally when she’d incorporate cosplay/role play into her act… like the one time my mother was channel surfing after dinner during a trip to the Big Apple, stumbling upon a close up of Lynn’s bare ass cheeks filling the screen with iridescent hula skirt grass flossing her crack while an anonymous voice was whispering porn perv hoarsely, “I wanna get right up your butt, Lynn.”
I was more than surprised when my sweet and conservative little Mom cracked up laughing as I leapt to gain control of the remote before the situation turned too psychologically problematic. Unfortunately, my mother gleefully repeated the “right up your butt” line at breakfast to my mortified father who had thankfully been sound asleep during the simulated Waikiki Beach sand and surf analingus fantasia.

In 1991, my boss at Details decided that we should include Lynn Muscarella as a future star in our January 1992 Ones To Watch issue, and I told a delighted Lynn the story about Mom and Voyeur Vision when we photogrqphed Lynn all glam and smiling, wearing a fluffy little Badgley Mishka cocktail dress in a fancy room at the Carlyle Hotel on the Upper East Side.
I remember Lynn plunging her face into a silver punch bowl filled with ice before her makeup was applied and I remember her husband Bill Muscarella shou…

#DearDiary, Channel J, Part 1. Voyeur Vision was a 90’s after hours Manhattan Cable Channel J program starring Lynn Muscarella, a bubbly and charismatic cutie—think a Long Island Love Boat Cruise Director Julie McCoy—answering viewers’ calls and performing live phone sex on a satiny brass bed for her weeknight television audience which just about always included me. Lynn Muscarella’s look was exclusively non-X-rated lingerie on air, although her fans would go nuts for the not infrequent nip slip or the elusive lace thong loose labia wardrobe malfunction. At some point during every show she’d bust out a giant size vibrator to bring herself and the episode to a climax, but it was only occasionally when she’d incorporate cosplay/role play into her act… like the one time my mother was channel surfing after dinner during a trip to the Big Apple, stumbling upon a close up of Lynn’s bare ass cheeks filling the screen with iridescent hula skirt grass flossing her crack while an anonymous voice was whispering porn perv hoarsely, “I wanna get right up your butt, Lynn.” I was more than surprised when my sweet and conservative little Mom cracked up laughing as I leapt to gain control of the remote before the situation turned too psychologically problematic. Unfortunately, my mother gleefully repeated the “right up your butt” line at breakfast to my mortified father who had thankfully been sound asleep during the simulated Waikiki Beach sand and surf analingus fantasia. In 1991, my boss at Details decided that we should include Lynn Muscarella as a future star in our January 1992 Ones To Watch issue, and I told a delighted Lynn the story about Mom and Voyeur Vision when we photogrqphed Lynn all glam and smiling, wearing a fluffy little Badgley Mishka cocktail dress in a fancy room at the Carlyle Hotel on the Upper East Side. I remember Lynn plunging her face into a silver punch bowl filled with ice before her makeup was applied and I remember her husband Bill Muscarella shou…

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#LynnMuscarella #VoyeurVision #ManhattanCable #ChannelJ #Channel35 #AfterHours #AfterDark #PhoneSex #PornStar #SexArt ##SexyArt #SexCartoon ##Nineties #90s #DetailsMagazine #Cartoon #Lingerie #Sketchbook #Markers #Memories #Memoir #Voyeur #PostcardsFromTheEdge

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#DearDiary,

In the middle of the night, a deer came into our yard and made himself a dinner of hydrangea flowers, bougainvillea petals and brand new agapanthus blossoms. The deer even attempted to eat one of the little metal sidewalk lights by the front gate.
For dessert, the deer jumped the back fence in order to have his way with a struggling rose bush and a potted smoke tree that I have only just recently planted on the deck at the side of the house

#TrueConfessions by #BillMullen.

#DearDiary, In the middle of the night, a deer came into our yard and made himself a dinner of hydrangea flowers, bougainvillea petals and brand new agapanthus blossoms. The deer even attempted to eat one of the little metal sidewalk lights by the front gate. For dessert, the deer jumped the back fence in order to have his way with a struggling rose bush and a potted smoke tree that I have only just recently planted on the deck at the side of the house #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen.

#DearDiary in ALT TEXT… #Diary #Drawing #Cartoon #WildKingdom #MagicKingdom #Sketchbook #Markers #PopArt #PunkArt #CatArt #NonFiction #PostcardsFromTheEdge #FuckOff

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Happy Letterboxd Friday! Here's my Last Four Watched! One of these things is not like the other...

#LetterboxdFriday #Letterboxd #FilmSky #LastFourWatched #PostcardsFromTheEdge #LasVegasHillbillys #TheInvisibleMan #RedEye #Dramedy #JukeboxMusical #PsychologicalThriller

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#DearDiary,

For almost the past two weeks, Todd and I have both had some version of the crud.
Mine has mutated from a bronchitis-ish/lung infection situation that I thought I had cured with a Z pack to a super duper disgusting head cold/flu combo that is plaguing me as I am writing this.

Our big concern through the whole ordeal is that we won’t be well enough to attend the annual hot dog eating contest at Lucy’s On Lighthouse tomorrow afternoon, an event we have been looking forward to for months.

#TrueConfessions by #BillMullen.

#DearDiary, For almost the past two weeks, Todd and I have both had some version of the crud. Mine has mutated from a bronchitis-ish/lung infection situation that I thought I had cured with a Z pack to a super duper disgusting head cold/flu combo that is plaguing me as I am writing this. Our big concern through the whole ordeal is that we won’t be well enough to attend the annual hot dog eating contest at Lucy’s On Lighthouse tomorrow afternoon, an event we have been looking forward to for months. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen.

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#LucysOnLighthouse #LucysOnLighthouse🌭 #HotDogEatingContest #HotDogs #HotDogArt #HotDogCartoon #HotDogs🌭 #PacificGrove #DeepThroat #LindaLovelace #HarryReems #PornArt #PornCartoon #PostcardsFromTheEdge #WienerLover #BigWienerJamesInPG 🌭

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#PostcardsFromTheEdge

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#DearDiary,

Todd and I are taking a little road trip up to San Francisco tomorrow.
One of the very cool reasons for our getaway is seeing the band Death Cult perform Wednesday night at The Regency Ballroom.
I’m a massive fan.

This morning, I got an email informing me that the show has been canceled and I will be receiving a refund for our tickets. 
This completely sucks.

#TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

#DearDiary, Todd and I are taking a little road trip up to San Francisco tomorrow. One of the very cool reasons for our getaway is seeing the band Death Cult perform Wednesday night at The Regency Ballroom. I’m a massive fan. This morning, I got an email informing me that the show has been canceled and I will be receiving a refund for our tickets. This completely sucks. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

#DearDiary in ALT TEXT…

#DeathCult #TheCult #SouthernDeathCult #IanAstbury #RockStar #DeathRock #RockDreams #RockArt #GothArt #GothGuys #GothCartoon #PunkArt #SadArt #FanArt #SketchBook #Markers #PostcardsFromTheEdge
#WishYouWereHere

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#DearDiary,

Friday night, we went out to see the band Arcane play at The Monarch Pub in Pacific Grove.

Arcane is the acoustic power duo side project of local rock stars Logan Mason and Yvan Vucina, and Friday night’s gig was Arcane’s debut live performance.
They were great, and not just because Logan and Yvan are two of the most beautiful guys in all the land.  

It seems like we go out here far more than we did back in New York.

#TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

#DearDiary, Friday night, we went out to see the band Arcane play at The Monarch Pub in Pacific Grove. Arcane is the acoustic power duo side project of local rock stars Logan Mason and Yvan Vucina, and Friday night’s gig was Arcane’s debut live performance. They were great, and not just because Logan and Yvan are two of the most beautiful guys in all the land. It seems like we go out here far more than we did back in New York. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

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#Arcane #ArcaneTheBand #LoganMason #YvanVucina #FolkRock #FolkMusic #Acoustic #GothGuys #GuysWithLongHair #HairMetal #Grunge #Vampires #RockStars #LostBoys #TheMonarchPub #PacificGrove #MontereyBay #PostcardsFromTheEdge

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Oscar nominee #PostcardsFromTheEdge is next in our sights, as we're joined by PFTE poster owner and overall super-fan @rafiews.com in episode 4!

Monday 2nd June

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#DearDiary,

Believe it or not.

Since moving to California, I’ve discovered that I am no longer gluten intolerant.

#TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

#DearDiary, Believe it or not. Since moving to California, I’ve discovered that I am no longer gluten intolerant. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

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#PopTarts #PopTart #GlutenIntolerant #GlutenIntolerance #GF #FoodDrawing #FoodIllustration #FoodCartoon #FoodArt #FoodPorn #Carbs #Markers #Sketchbook #BelieveItOrNot #PostcardsFromTheEdge #BestCoast

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I must say I'm enjoying your holiday a great deal #postcardsfromtheedge

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4 frames from a film I love. Mike Nichols' "Postcards from the Edge". #movies #films #postcardsfromtheedge #mikenichols #carriefisher #merylstreep #shirleymaclaine #dennisquaid #annettebening #marywickes #genehackman #richarddreyfuss #simoncallow #robreiner #michaelballhaus #carlysimon

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