My corporate and political friends considered me nuts.
A radical lesbian, consulting the dead—my new life moved bey...
The 666 woman put a curse on my stomach.
Early abuse caused later fear and anger.
A spirit of death haunted me.
I thought fame was the answer .
I was the watchman for athlete-cheerleader trysts.
Held at gunpoint by a killer.
Felt the bed shaking as I cried out to God.
Sure, I danced with the stars.
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