There is an old maxim (well, not that old) that the way to get rich is to sell something online that nobody else is selling, or be the first there to do so. This truism, which I pursued to the point of sleeping in my car at the Von’s parking lot at 3rd & Vermont in Los Angeles through parts of 2004 and 2005, did not apply to the selling of HoneyBun Spanking Kits, much to my dismay.

What I believed was a surefire money-making enterprise, in its conception, turned out to be an extended piece of performance art and political theater.

This page is a placeholder, for the time being. I have written over twenty-seven thousand words of a memoir, The Gentlemanly Art Of Spanking, about the HoneyBun adventure.

I’m planning on finishing the book over the next couple months. I had a to-do list when I hit Coalinga (an overview in audio form) & have checked off the ones ahead of The Gentlemanly Art Of Spanking. (Although I do have one more short session in the studio for my next album.)

The genesis of the book was a series of emails a I sent to my friends over the course of the first year or so of HoneyBun, which coincided with me having to suddenly leave my Oakland neighborhood of ten years under threat of death, and my subsequent relocation to Los Angeles and Hollywood for the next couple of years.

A number of friends, including an editor at a well-known publishing house and a published writer, strongly encouraged me to expand on my emails and turn them into a full-length book. I am about two-fifths of the way there.

One of these days, and it won’t long …

There is an old maxim (well, not that old) that the way to get rich is to sell something online that nobody else is selling, or be the first there to do so. This truism, which I pursued to the point of sleeping in my car at the Von’s parking lot at 3rd & Vermont in Los Angeles through parts of 2004 and 2005, did not apply to the selling of HoneyBun Spanking Kits, much to my dismay.

What I believed was a surefire money-making enterprise, in its conception, turned out to be an extended piece of performance art and political theater.

This page is a placeholder, for the time being. I have written over twenty-seven thousand words of a memoir, The Gentlemanly Art Of Spanking, about the HoneyBun adventure.

I’m planning on finishing the book over the next couple months. I had a to-do list when I hit Coalinga (an overview in audio form) & have checked off the ones ahead of The Gentlemanly Art Of Spanking. (Although I do have one more short session in the studio for my next album.)

The genesis of the book was a series of emails a I sent to my friends over the course of the first year or so of HoneyBun, which coincided with me having to suddenly leave my Oakland neighborhood of ten years under threat of death, and my subsequent relocation to Los Angeles and Hollywood for the next couple of years.

A number of friends, including an editor at a well-known publishing house and a published writer, strongly encouraged me to expand on my emails and turn them into a full-length book. I am about two-fifths of the way there.

One of these days, and it won’t long …