I said I wasn't going to talk about this. After Ken passed away, I pretty much made the decision that I was going to let sleeping dogs lie. Whatever opinions I had about Ken, Gypsy Rose Blanchard, or everything that had happened before this didn't matter anymore. Somebody died. People lost somebody they loved. I figured I'd say I'm sorry for their loss, leave it the fuck alone, and let whatever happened come out when it came out. And I tried. Then I opened TikTok. Over the la

Angry Archie trying to come to terms with something he didn't realize

Everybody has heard the saying “Happy wife, happy life.” Men have been saying that shit forever. Usually, everybody laughs, the husband shrugs his shoulders, and somebody gives him that look like he just revealed the secret to a successful marriage. Every time I hear it, though, I think the same thing: What the fuck does that actually mean? Because if what you're really saying is, “Whatever keeps my wife happy makes my life easier,” I don't think you've discovered the secret

The website you're reading right now is part of that rebuilding process. Angry Archie New Jersey has existed in different forms, and I've rebuilt the damn thing several times trying to find the right platform. Most recently, we went through the GoDaddy nightmare—shipping problems, technical problems, and problems getting things to work the way they were supposed to work. Enough was enough, so we moved to Wix.

There seems to be this strange belief that if somebody is capable of doing several things, then they must somehow have unlimited time, unlimited energy, and six invisible employees hiding behind the curtain. I run Angry Archie, write music, work on the website, create blogs, record videos, develop podcast ideas, engrave artwork, photograph products, list them in the store, answer messages, handle problems around the house, and still work a full-time job driving a tow truck. S

Let me ask everybody a serious question. When the hell did some random stranger typing nonsense from a stained couch somewhere become the supreme authority over how you feel about yourself? Seriously. Somebody on TikTok goes, “You’re old.” Okay. Thank you, Detective Fucking Obvious. Time is passing. We’ve cracked the case. Somebody says, “You wear diapers.” All right. And?