SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME – the book

A memoir of a misspent youth with many inappropriate commentaries on today’s world.

WELCOME TO MY BOOK. You can file it in the humor section of your library. Hell, you can file it wherever you want. You don’t need me to tell you where to put your books. You figure it out.

The stories are recollections from a decade of travels. One issue with writing recollections is that you need to recall the events about which you’re writing.

That’s a problem for me. I’m old, and my memory is shot. Plus, I was drunk for that entire decade. And I did a lot of drugs. Then there was the matter of good mental health, of which I had none.

Essentially, what you have here are murky reminiscences of someone traveling the world while jacked up on bourbon, cocaine, and psychosis. Plus, a heroic of amount of bifurcating psychobabble. This is why you can file this book in the humor section of your library.

Oh, yeah. I go off on a LOT of tangents in this book. I can’t help it. I could blame it on ADHD. But I don’t have ADHD. The real reason is I have no focus or self-discipline.

Preamble:

The stories you’ll read combine fact, fiction, exaggeration, vodka, and a moment of silence for the vermouth. I can’t remember all the facts, as my memory is a concept more than anything else, so I had to make some stuff up. Since I’m the author, I can do this.

The characters are based on the people I met along the way. If you happen to be one of the people I’ve written about, then be glad I’m not using your real name and that I changed many dates or time frames when we met. I’m doing you a favor. As it turns out, there is a fine line between sadistic slander and artistic expression. Please don’t take it personally. I needed to make you look bad so I could look better. Maybe you could pretend it’s not about you. Look, you’re going to need to do something. I can’t help you. I’ve got my own problems to deal with. You should stop trying to make it all about you.

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Table of Contents:

1) Forward: My Slow Hideous Descent to Hell: Meeting a Publisher

2) Introduction: Things You Should Never Say to Your Psychiatrist While Sober

Travel Stories

3) Raeford, North Carolina 1976: A Stranger in a Strange Land

Meeting My Psychiatrist 41 Years Later: Running in the Shadows

4) Asheville, North Carolina 1977: The Kids Get Along Fine. It’s the Adults.

Meeting My Psychiatrist 40 Years Later: What did Saddam Hussein say to Bill Clinton?

5) Tennessee, Texas and New Mexico 1977: Peyote and Bourbon

Meeting My Psychiatrist 40 Years Later: Get Your Shovel Ready

6) Washington, DC 1978: Black Beauties, Punky Reggae and Things You Can Do in College but Really Shouldn’t