Nothing to do with Anything
This has nothing to do with anything. So why am I even bothering? Beats the crap outta me. But I will. Just because I think it might be fun. And sometimes when life is kicking your ass, you need to take some time and giggle a little. Just a little chuckle. For some strange reason many of my readers think it’s an important question to ask…how old I am. Why the eff anybody would wanna know that is beyond me. Hmmm. Does it make a difference? Do I write from my life experience, am I too young to know things, too young and don’t have certain experiences, or am I too old to not remember things, or be so far from the real youth of today? I dunno. I don’t believe that any of that shit has to do with being a storyteller. I’ve met six year olds that have, unfortunately, more life experience than me. And I’ve also met sixty year olds that have lived such a sheltered life they’ve never driven a car or been ...