This week I look back into my high school days again at a time when I was introduced to the world of high school royalty in the form of the homecoming court. There was no way I would be nominated, but that was my name they called over the loudspeaker. I was caught off guard, out of my element, and dressed to depress, but from all of this a small spark of confidence was birthed.

Stepping in dog shit isn’t the end of the world, and is mostly funny when it happens. That is unless you’re me in seventh grade. This week I pull from the archives of my childhood when I was an emo, giant pussy who cried at the drop of a dime, or in this case a shit.

In a special episode I have one of my best buds ever, Nick P, over to Wayne Manor to help tell a story we experienced together. It was a rowdy, and poorly remembered trip to Galveston, but we managed to put the pieces together enough to agree on what happened. At least I think we agree . . .

Ah, New Orleans. A city of culture, history, and vomit. Lots and lots of vomit. This isn’t a vomit story, but it is about a trip to good ol’ NOLA that happened to coincide with a National Swingers Convention. Did I mention it was also a city of great adventure!

This week I talk about another time I found myself in a studio situation i probably had no business being a part of, but such is my life. I tried to help skirt the licensing laws, but I was in no danger since pulling it all off proved harder than anticipated.

This week I tell a tale of being asked to be involved in a musical project in which I may have bitten off more than I could chew. By that I mean I may have been a tad highly under qualified to be in the same room as the people I was working with. I used it as a motivator and look at me now kids! Look at me now . . .

Yeah, yeah my name’s John Wayne, but what have I done for you lately? Well, I was in that one movie that once time. This week I tell of my short foray into the world of film acting, and how ignorance made me an accidental badass!

I just got hitched, but here’s a story from the first time that happened to me. it involves naked hijinks, and bicycle riding. Oh, and a couple of grandmas hanging out!

This week I melt my brain-banana with some magic mushrooms, then blast off into an intense and beneficial reset of my thinking. Also, I break down my love of Married with Children, and the nuances that shaped my fragile mind.

Remember when you had to have your pictures actually developed at the local one-hour photo shop? This week I recover a memory and tell a story of the difficulties in having photos containing certain ‘unsavory’ content developed, and how I gently convinced a clerk to break policy.