Pompous Jackassery and Mortal Concerns, Vol. 1
read more…: Pompous Jackassery and Mortal Concerns, Vol. 1Nobody asked for this column. Nobody. You don’t roll over in bed thinking, “God, I hope Keith Howard tells me about his childhood crushes today.” And yet here I am, kicking down the door anyway. I wrote a memoir, Unclaimed, But Loud. Four hundred pages of memory, confession, and polite detonations. Some readers say it’s good. I say it’s cheaper than therapy and with fewer co-pays, though with slightly more swearing.