Bane of My

To start with I could tell you how this adventure is part of my "journey" and a "voyage of discovery," but I actually don't want to get into that horse shit If you want the truth about the damn thing.

 

As a child I rode a little red bicycle. I remember falling down before the training wheels were even taken off. I played baseball -- right field -- and when the kids picked me last in P.E., it was because they saved the best for last.

 

I attended Wichita State. I BS'd that institution into handing me a BA in communication -- the kind of degree one says you should pursue if you want to get fucked up every weekend and still make good grades.

 

I'm divorced, a single dad to two beautiful children and they are awesome. The boy and girl, I call them -- Max and Gabby. As I've had a vasectomy, there shall be no more children, barring some accident of my reproductive glands.

 

Max and Gabby -- it wouldn't be inaccurate to say I love the shit out of those guys, but why get maudlin? Oh hell, let's just say it. They're the reason I press on in life, my raison d'etre. I love 'em beyond infinity. That's about it.