Reddit mentions of The Blur of Insanity

A few of my close friends have, all but, made me promise to write a book one day. The problem is, I can't use my real name. I can't use half the people's real names. So, can you really call it non-fiction? Sure the stories are true, but they're just disconnected events where the protagonist struggles valiantly follows his dick and his liver from one misadventure to the other. Maybe I have too much faith in the readership of this world, but you can really sum up the plot of way too much of my life as: I was bored so I went out drinking, then I got horny so (insert series of comical missteps here) but thanks to (luck/basic people skills/friends/proficient training in a wide array of otherwise useless arts, or some combination thereof) I end up not having to deal with the consequences of my otherwise idiotic behavior.

I guess on some level it's appealing. One of my favorite movies of all time is The Blur of Insanity. Seriously, it's $20 on Amazon, it's worth dusting off the DVD player and watching. I guess it follows the same basic plot of being bored, doing stupid shit to amuse yourself, then going through great lengths not to deal with the consequences. Damn, I think I am going to watch it now. And I guess, I do find that real life aspect lacking in a lot of main stream productions. The Ringer was a good example of where it would have been a much better movie if the guy was just trying to rig the Special Olympics to finance a coke-fueled trip Vegas where he spent two weeks up to his ears in strippers. Why does there always have to be some noble purpose behind bad behavior? 90% of the best times of my life happened because the alternative was being bored.

Thanks, though.