More than one psychic has told me that I’d be a writer someday.  I kinda laughed that off.  One, because I’m not motivated enough to be any kind of serious writer.  And two, because I can’t write.  Run on sentences.  Too much detail and babbling.  Grammar can be a hot mess (I love commas).

I’m starting to realize that I’ve had a heck of a life though.  Good, bad, whatever.  Maybe sharing it can help some people.  Maybe not.  Maybe at the very least, it can entertain some people.  Either way, it’s time to start jotting some shit down.

I’ll only write when I darn well feel like it.  I also cuss…a lot.

Thank you for joining me.