Following Dana's Misadventures is like reading some medieval Book of Hours; you notice the rhythm of cycles. She'll be flying high, hoing (no misspelling) to and fro, and then will bust out somewhere far from homebase Glendale, CA. She'll tweet and email messages that the end is nigh, phone is dead, car is broken, dog is hungry, hotel is about to kick her out, etc. The customer base will react and she'll either get a handout from the white knights, or meet up with some johns who replenish the rose garden. Meantime she'll tweet how evil everyone is, how we all ignore her, have we no pity?, why are you so rude?, etc. She'll be back on her feet, ready to spread again, and the cycle will repeat. I once tried giving some generic advise and got my ass handed to me since it did not include a check for a few hundred roses. Following the cycle of meltdowns is like following the seasons.

My run as whore whisperer failed miserably.