I have been told by too many friends that I’m funny and I should write a book. That’s usually the first omen of a dramatic failure when all your friends think you’re funny. Despite the omens, I still put electronic pen to electronic paper and squoze out these short chapters based on experiences real and imagined, regurgitated and retold, mostly lies and more lies but hopefully amusing.
So in the immortal words I once read on a bathroom wall,
The joke is now in your hands.