The short version of the reason I think I can write stems back to winning second place in a creative writing contest in college. The long version, remarkably, has fewer details. I teach high school English and evening classes at a community college. I read Ayn Rand in the bathroom and Thomas the Train books to my son. My wife and I are starting separate blogs. I’ve said things that other people think are funny, even though nothing in this here-I-am paragraph would support that.
I am first and foremost really average. I stand six-feet-zero inches and sit four-feet three inches. I started this blog so I could avoid saying stupid things around the house and getting in trouble with my wife. She’s the smart one, by the way.
I teach high school English, so I feel safe in stating I’m an expert at virtually nothing above deciphering teenagers’ handwritten versions of our beloved language. I was a riverboat gambler, but those are really hard to get into the casinos these days. I’m a father of two and will most likely bore the blogging world with my hard-to-believe stories about fatherhood.
If you don’t know me already, this brief description and my blogs will surely be enough to persuade you to avoid actual face-to-face contact with me for the rest of eternity.
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