“Oh Jesus H. Christ! Now he thinks he’s Walt Whitman or Bob Dylan! And he can’t even finish one book that’s about half finished before he’s starting on another one, can he! Just WHO the hell does he think he is?”

I already told you, Dear Disturbed Reader . . . I AM Magic (pronounced “Mah-zheek.” like a seductive French woman would pronounce it) Christian!

Oh God! There SHE is again!

My beautiful bride of now forty two years and I saw the movie, “Hallelujah!” this weekend about Leonard Cohen and the glorious song that he had birthed into the universe.

One of Cohen’s friends said of him in the movie that Leonard Cohen was always fluctuating between “holiness and horniness.”

For the record, I have no idea what THAT means.

Where WAS I?

Oh yeah.

Just WHO the HELL do I think I AM?

I told you.

I am TheHappyNarcissist.com ,

and I contain multitudes.

“The past and present wilt—I have fill’d them, emptied them.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.

Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.

Who has done his day’s work? who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?

Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?” -Song Of Myself, 51 by Walt Whitman