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The Carmen Story (continued. . .)

San Angelo, Texas July 1986 Carmen’s mother hated me. I’m an outstanding guy so it must have been because she already had a kid by some sirve pa nada and I was just a seventeen year old student with no job. Since her mother was acting evil and her brother was nuts we decided to […]

My First Time

My first time was when I had just turned seventeen. Stop laughing, that’s about normal for dudes. I was in Texas, it was summer break from school, and this girl I liked named Della wasn’t ever going to give it up. She was in fact talking about becoming a nun. But she did hook me […]


April 19, 1970- It was a rainy day in the dusty West Texas town of San Angelo. It was a fateful hour for humanity. At 8:05 a.m. Central time (9:05 in Michigan) I punched my way out of the uterus shouting “OH YEAHHHH” like the Kool-Aid man. The attending doctor had a pair of scissors […]


I dreamed last night that I was in Texas. In my dream I’m at somebody’s house and I’ve been in San Angelo (the town where I was born) for three days and have yet to venture outside because it’s raining (which is unusual because it seldom rains in San Angelo). I think the reason I […]


September 1986: I am 16 years old and living in exile on the outer reaches of civilization, San Angelo Texas to be exact. For those of you who have not been to West Texas, think Hee Haw, only with wild cactus, mesquite trees, and actual tumbleweed blowing across the terrain. I escaped to Lansing for […]