Content Creator



My fourteenth summer vacation began by tagging along with my father as he taught shop class at summer school at San Fernando Middle School. Second period I took my Dad’s Woodshop Class. First period I took Communication Skills and I was the only student in the class.  That summer school communications class is embedded in my subconscious blogger brain.

Subconscious blogger

Blogging Is Now My Journaling and Notebooks

But don’t you invade your own privacy as a blogger when you blog about your sexual fantasies about getting pumped by an African stud in the locker room?

Yeah but that’s what being a real blogger is all about. I threw away all my notebooks and journals to lighten my karmic load. I make up for tossing all my journals by being a prolific blogger.


A Blogger IS A Journalist

Success as a journalist depends  upon how interesting your journals are.  That’s why I began investigating registered child sex offender John Herriot and his fake little league baseball uniform business at Camp Shalom in Malibu. Investigating JR Roberts fraudulent UCLA Architect credentials was another scoop of mine. The list goes on, that’s what this blog is for. I don’t need notebooks or paper journals anymore because I can just pound it all out right here and then hit the “publish” button on my WordPress dashboard.

The world is my oyster blog now all I have to do is eat it. Eat blueberry oatmeal brown egg breakfast blog with green drink. This is not your father’s Jack Kerouac, booze is out of style now. I’m laughing at how much older I am right now, than all of my major influences were when they died. Jim and the 27 Club, me doing the 60 year old California independent yogi thing.

Woman for blogger

The moon over the Pacific Ocean is my woman right now. Golden morning silence of sadhana. Preparation for the day. Driving down your freeways. Never saw a woman so alone. So alone . . . 

By Dean McAdams

Born a poor peckerwood in a Tujunga holler, Dean practiced secrets of the ancient & modern masters to end up liberated in the coastal paradise of West L.A.