This is a pretty gritty subject, and I will have to tell you one of the things that I am truly ashamed of, but it’s still one of the more interesting things that happened to me, and it’s all about the truth here, right?
I want to tell a story. Most of my stories so far have been about Cancun. I will continue to give you lots of stories about Cancun because it was one of the most interesting experiences I’ve had. Before that, it was the Crackhouse. I’m not going to tell a Crackhouse story, though. I will fill you in later about the origin of the name and all that, but I’ve got another story to tell.
When I was going to write the book of my life, I was going to name it Chasing Seagulls. Of course, as interesting as I think my life has been, I know that other people might not think it’s that big a deal. So writing up my experiences in a blog saves me the embarrassment of finding out that no one would be interested in my life, while still giving me the joy of putting it all down on…screen. Or whatever. Also, the people in my life have all heard these stories and are tired of me repeating them when I forget that…yeah, I told you this one. So, here goes.