Boosh comes to church

Boosh showed up at my church the second Sunday of May in 1995. I remember the exact Sunday for two reasons. First, I’d known him since we were in college and he had never been the churchy type. Hell, neither was I, but something mysterious happened to me in 1982 and – long story short…

Blasphemy is fun

Some people think it’s weird that I used to be a preacher. I get it. Preachers can be a little creepy. Hell I was creeped out by preachers even when I WAS one, which was a little awkward and produced occasional bouts of depression and self loathing. That kind of sucked. And it probably has something…

Hello there

Being as this is my first post, I’ll take a moment to tell you a little about myself. To answer the question I always get, yes, the shirt and collar are real. I was a preacher once upon a time, long ago in a land far away, blah blah blah. I’ve written a lot about why…