Eight years ago, I believed that I was going to meet Chad Michael Murray.
In his debut collection of humorous essays, comedic artist and musician, Greg Scarnici delivers a set of eye-opening stories that revolve around growing up gay in NYC in the 1990s and working in the entertainment industry. Head-spinning stories about hooking up with construction workers and battling Gayface are interspersed with tales of getting high with the ‘midget’ from “Twin Peaks” and humiliating himself in front of Gina Gershon at a Saturday Night Live after-party, where he currently works as an Associate Producer.
Set in a time before his success on YouTube opened doors for him, I Hope My Mother Doesn’t Read This is a candid, shocking and just plain hilarious snapshot of an artist coming to grips with his sexuality and artistry at a time when LGBT artists were not as accepted as they are today.
Some of these are offensive as heck.
As your average to extreme introvert, it is inherently uncomfortable to me that someone could just walk up to my door and expect me to talk to them at any given moment. What is that? That is my hell.
Get drunk with someone you trust enough to stop you from doing something stupid.
“We need to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, work. Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn’t matter, but work is third.”
“Given the number of dudes I’ve seen without their shirts on I’d vote twice for that law if I could. Most guy’s chests are offenses against nature.”
I can’t stop laughing!
Whenever you’re telling your friends a funny story, it always ends with them asking, “Wait why did you do that?” and you responding, “I don’t know, it sounded like a good idea at the time.”
Annie and Jenson discuss their instincts in the bathroom.