About

These are true stories. The kind that come out when the room gets quiet enough and somebody says “remember when.”

Gen X lived them. Houston shows up a lot. So do bad ideas that seemed fine at the time.

Names are changed to protect the guilty. The narrator is still me and I. That’s how I refer to myself, and that stays.

Written for people who don’t like to read. Short sentences. No homework.

If you were there: you know. If you weren’t: pull up a chair.