I’ve been writing Pulpdiddys Permutations several years now and recently felt it was time for a change. The change is not because I am burnt out because of the writing but because the nasty stories which is our current history has caused me to shy away from writing about it. I still am a news junkie and when reading it have my peculiar take of it. The battle to stay afloat amongst the vast majority of the constituency, especially in a world in which the wonders are so great that we all can benefit, is a battle we should not have to face. What we should be doing is focusing on worldwide problems first, like Climate Change, instead of pretending they don’t exist.
Basically, the old format has been this – Monday – Sunday writing about politics or social issues or economics except for Wednesday which I reserved for Neurotic Man, and Friday, which was Thursday repeated, and Sunday which was an explanation of the purpose of the column. But I realize I’ve had it, I’m pulling a Duran. So Neurotic Man will be taking a rest and the rest of the format will remain the same.
While rare instances of man helping man remains, the rise of so much cynicism and jealousy and greed have forced me to re-examine the past, starting with my own. Where did the dreams of fairness and democracy start, and where did they all go?
I know this is simplistic but we all began somewhere and mostly it is different. While all stories can be similar, essentially, they are the same. Well, for my story it all began in the city of New York, Borough of Brooklyn, District of Brighton in the apartment of my loving family that will be re-examined for fun and maybe a few truths along the way. And if it doesn’t work out for either of us there’s always the possibility of the return of Neurotic Man.