MY ART
PHOTOGRAPHY
PUBLISHED PHOTOS
PRIVATE PHOTOS
THE CHARACTERS
I'd like to introduce you to
some of the people you'll
meet...Plus places &
things to explore
In alphabetical order.
Abe Drexler
ACI
Al Goldstein
Angie Dickinson
Annie Sprinkle
Annie Sprinkle Hot Shit
Mistress Adrena
Mistress Antoinette
Art Latouff
Axel Braun
Barry Fisher, Atty
Batista
Beth Clark
Bob Guccione
Bonnie Kellner
The Brentwood Bla Bla
Mayor Buddy Cianci
Cannes, France
Century Wilshire Hotel
Colin Hicks
Charles Gatewood
Charles Lobkowicz
Cheryl Turner, Atty
Christina Hart
Dr. Susan Block
Dr. Susan Block's Journal
Danielle Leblovic
Dan O'Bannon
Captain Deedee
Dennis Hoff
Dennis
Donna Horowitz
Eli Broad
Ellen Drexler -Lobkowicz
Elsa del Puerto
Fidel Castro
Finger Magazine
Forbidden Photographs
Fran Straus
Frank Moore
George Clark
Giovanella Leblovic
God Magazine
Goldie Hawn
Happy Hooker
Hate Magazine
Herald Examiner
Italia
Jade
Jasmine
Jonathan Drexler
Jonathan Spielberg
Jonathan Straus
Joseph Cannestracci, Atty
Joseph Buckman
Kari Leblovic
Kim Mendoza
LA Star
Lanny Cohen
Lasse Braun
Lindy
Long Jean Silver
corrected or edited at the present time. In addition the writings on these
pages are the sole responsibility of the author and are the bases for a book
in progress. These are my notes on my journey through this delicious world
and the people I have met and is dedicated to my dearest friend and my
great love, my wife, Dr. Susan Block. To my enemies and "evil doers" I say
take cover my friends!
cabin once again to wander around this huge white ship sailing
through the night, a ship that is taking me to America.
There’s no one on the decks except rows of wood lounge chairs.
As I walk by the bar area I can see people inside drinking and
talking. The ocean is rough and threatening spraying its’
restlessness all around us, even to the upper decks and the
bridge of the ship.
The nose of the ship cuts deep into the black swells of water that
surround us and then raises it’s self up and out like a giant white
whale leaving a white frosting on the surface. I stand there
transfixed.
With ocean spray all around me I make my way down the iron and
wood stairs. The metal is cold against my hands and the wind is
howling like wolves in the night. The sea is dark. There are no
lights anywhere except the reflection of the ships lights.
I make my way to the first deck and towards the front of the ship. I
watch the front of the ship rise up towards the dark sky and then
fall gracefully back into the ocean slicing through the waves like a
knife through butter. I watch the seawater spraying up over the
ships bow. My hands grip tightly to the cold metal railing. I just
stand there. I am the captain of the ship. That’s what I will do the
rest of my life. I will be the captain of my ship. The sound of the
sea and wind are deafening.
December 2003. It’s late night. From my window I can see the
harbor of the little village I live in the South of France. It’s four thirty
in the morning. The sea is very calm the lights dance gently on it’s
surface. I’m drinking whiskey. In Los Angeles everyone is getting
ready for Susan’s show. I am alone in my lonely paradise.
December 13, 2003. 5:45 AM. It’s almost show time in Los
Angeles. Tonight we have the PORN CLOWNS. I’m tired, very
tired. I’m lonely separated from my family. Not my first family I
created with my first wife but my new family. A family that loves me
and cares for me.
JANUARY 22, 2001. I’ve been crippled. They tried to cripple me.
They have succeeded in a way. Actually they wanted to kill me,
cause me a little stress so that I might have a heart attack. Yet it’s
more like I’ve had an ART-ATTACK. My isolation calls up all the
things that my mom and dad thought me when I was a child. I had
great parents, parents that came from another world, another
culture another time. They grew me big and strong. They made
me smart, especially my father. Peter was a storybook character,
a one of a kind crazy man. He had zero tolerance for weakness. I
have many wonderful memories of his insanity and my mother’s
tears.
Actually what these people wanted from me was money, cold
hard cash, I’m back to the people that wanted me killed. I’m not
talking about some terrorist agents. I’m talking about my God
awful children. Sometimes I wish he would take them back but
children only have a ninety-day warranty. Please take back them,
these were never my children, they were a genetic failure, a God-
awful creation, a nightmare from a horror movie. These are flesh-
eating worms, thieves, self-centered, self- pitying worms who
should be crushed under the heavy boot of time and our family
history.
Additional Notes, SEVERAL YEARS LATER: Yet children are
children no matter how old they get and after all the charges they
filed against me have been dropped and our family has resolved
the issues, except for money of course which is always hard to
deal with, especially when money is not a priority in my life.
Somehow you must always forgive your children as they forgive
you. Time heals bad memories.
Through it all there are people who like to kick you when they can.
People that want to hurt you and your loved ones. We all know
people like that. Ex employees are notorious stompers as are ex
lovers. So when I was charged by my daughter of horrific crimes
out came the vultures.
Ex employee Ben Schlaver and his girlfriend Natalie Monroe
found their revenge. Of course they had to be removed from our
offices for selling crack from our house and shipping drugs via
Fedex across state lines with our company name on the airbill.
Nice liberal family from Boston. Real smart...Schalver.
Then there's Joseph Buckman that couldn't wait to strong arm
Susan into taking the company away from her as soon as I left,
this is the guy who financed my trip to France. But when he didn't
succeed in taking over the company he filed a claim for back
wages for his accounting services. He was never an employee,
he was an investor, consultant and our book keeper.
Then there's ex employee Robert Sterling, the conspiracy buff and
Konformist editor who stole private papers from the company files
which eventually wound up on someone else's website. I won't
even mention this scums name (at this point) who calls himself a
journalist but he is well known and admits to making up stories.
He has tried hard to hurt Susan, and he has moved his site from
server to server to avoid taking down his story on this whole affair.
There are a lot of ugly, angry people in the world, victims of their
own failures and fucked up childhoods. Animals with no soul who
just smell blood and come in for the kill. Then there are all our
real friends who have helped and stood by Susan, including my
ex family who have helped resolve a lot of the past and continue
to do so.
Max, the nights are warm, south of the border.
January 29,2004. The sad case of Cheryl Turner, Atty and her red
faced lawyer, his veins pop out of his neck, he's rude,
unprofessional and a God fearing man. His name is Michael
(RED FACE) McCarthy. These two are the type of lawyers that give
the legal profession a bad name. This scum-bag is a foul
mouthed arrogant waster of time and money. The lawyer he is
defending is Cheryl Turner who caused my wife and her staff to
be evicted because she didn't know in how many days to file an
answer.
Now don't get me wrong, I love lawyers, they are the thin line that
protects our rights, they are the reason we have Democracy, they
are our every freedom, they are the basis of our Democracy but
like every profession there some that should not be allowed to
practice.
I'll continue tomorrow night. It's late now and Michael is not
returning my call, he's an asshole and he's a scared sissy with
little soldiers on his suspenders, he's probably a Bushie. Call me
Michael, come babble with me like you did today, see if you can
bully me tough guy.
This guy has so many babies that there is no food left in the world
for the rest us, let alone our settlement. So when his client loses
she'll have to pay the money out of her pocket because there will
be no more insurance money left! This guy is going to use it all up
in his fees! After all he said he needed $100.000 to send his kids
to college!
You know Michael you should relax, control yourself or your going
to have a Heart Attack and you have so many kids to feed. I'll call
you tomorrow. You said you wanted to talk to me, then call me,
talk to me!
Late night, way late. I don't know what you are doing but here it is
six in the morning, time to get some sleep.
Good night and learn some manners....
Max
January 31,2004. The boy- boy never called me back, Michael,
his tie. I'm sorry. I can't stop thinking about this red faced bully
talking to my wife as if she was some kind of floozy. This guy Mc
Carthy is my new play toy boy. I'm looking for your picture. Why
don't you come out and play with me young man? JUST A LITTLE
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