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Add This To My Apology File.

I just found this while cleaning house. I don’t know how it could have slipped under my...

Apology Line Podcast: Reviews Are In

If reviews are credible it looks like Wondery really blew it with its “Apology Line” podcast. Such an incredible opportunity to mine an ocean of content… I listened to not one minute of the Apology Line...

Apology Line: Not Mine

When the Apology podcast first went live I got an email from someone with whom I corresponded years ago. She had been an Apology caller, an “Apologista”, as Allan once referred to Apology callers. I kept in touch...

Apologistas Calling

Calls have been coming in, about a dozen a day, to the original phone number for the old Apology Line. 212-255-2748 was the first and, for most of Apology’s run, the only phone number for the line. I acquired it about a...

Did a Double-Take

At a glance this sign made me think I was outside an S&M or fetish shop, which would have not been uncharacteristic for the part of town it was in (Roosevelt Avenue in the 80s, I think). Alas, it’s just a pet store, not a dominatrix supply shop. I think the gaudy gold backing further […]

MEMOS, and Apology Remarks From 1993

I just found a document called MEMOS.doc, 83 pages and 39,989 words I wrote while not working at my first real job in New York. I was some kind of coordinator at Avon Products, the cosmetics company, and from the looks of this I had all kinds of time to burn while soaking up what […]

And Another Thing

I just remembered one of the more amusing bits of fallout from The Case. We had to pay $5000 each in restitution, but none of us had any money. We came up with inventive ways to solicit sex for pay, but of course we were never serious about it. I’d say exactly what the catchphrase […]

Apology, the Pupfuck Takeover and Rant

If you are among those who listened to the Apology Line in the early 1990s then you might remember the night someone known as PUPFUCK took over. Hacking into these answering machines was not particularly difficult. Panasonic models such as those used by Apology were secured by nothing more than a 2-digit security code which […]

Johnnie T. Listening In.

Apology: Bubbleheads

Last night I listened to some of those hours of cassette tape audio I recorded, grabbing this mildly interesting statement from someone who said he had prison and law enforcement experience. He just wanted to say that someone calling earlier who said they were a killer was obviously no killer. I don’t remember the caller […]

Lie’s Work

Not much time to type, and not much to say anyway. I shared with someone the opening line of my autobiography: My grandfather was a sewer cleaner. Granny was a cunt. It’s true on both counts. The challenge is to unravel the relevance these two points have on how I turned out as a growed […]

Things Don’t Go As Planned When You Don’t Plan For Them

As I try to sleep these nights I keep hearing music. Some nights it sounds like Cajun, last night it sounded like REM. But I know the music is not there. It materializes through a confluence of white noise from a Honeywell air filter, mumblings of a box fan, and the rattling of the curtains. […]

Lifework

I knew an artist who groused that his life’s work could fit neatly onto a single compact disc. “My life’s work,” he said with a grim, cheesy smile, “fits onto one CD. One piece of plastic.” I later imagined him flicking that shiny CD into his kitchen sink with the dirty dishes. He had actually […]