I don’t know if you ever stared at your face in the mirror for a long time on acid, and your face starts to take on this weird, contorted, monstrous look. But that’s what it was like writing this book. Staring at my often-painful past. At the same time, I’m kind of amazed by all the different scenes I was involved in and all the different perspectives from which I looked at reality (so-called): The hippie scene, the punk scene, the porn scene, the homeless scene, the underground cartoonist scene, the Holocaust Revisionism scene, etc. Most writers are one-trick ponies after all, lucky if they can come up with just one good trick. With me (I’m flattering myself here so bear with me) it’s like a diamond or a prism that reflects the light from all these different angles. The sum being greater than the total of its parts. I think I was influenced by Bowie and Lennon and Crumb in this regard. To forever be looking for something new.
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Ace Backwords is a former cartoonist, writer and semi-normal human being. He's been sleeping in the bushes in the Berkeley hills for the last ten years with his four feral cats, Moo Cat, Fatty, Mini Scaredy and Micro Scaredy. Future plans include growing old and dying. Preferably in that order. View all posts by Ace Backwords