In the beginning, there was red hair, and it was good.

I came into this world a kicking and screaming at 4 pounds 15 ounces on April 13th, 1981. I was early. I was small. The doctor cut my neck trying to get me out before I died from strangulation by my own umbilical cord. You could say my life was tumult from the start.

I started this blog today in hopes that this would be cathartic. I started it also in hopes that someone could relate and not feel so bad about their lives or situations. I started it to make people laugh. I started it because there are very few REAL things left in this world, especially people.

I promise to be real. I promise to be funny. I promise this blog will be worth reading. Happy Tuesday!


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