A Bad Idea I'm About to Do: True Tales of Seriously Poor Judgment and Stunningly Awkward Adventure

the seemingly idyllic suburb I was raised in was actually filled with maniacal weirdos. My unfractured family in fact put on stunning displays of rage and lunacy.

pent up, boxed in, and worn out.

driving around America as much as I have has reassured me that I’m far from alone in my sad weirdness.

“So what’s new with you?” I asked her. “Not much,” she said. “I tried to send some people an email picture of a kitten, but it didn’t work.... Have you ever heard of something like that?” She paused, and then said with a very heavy sigh, “Only me.” It was then that I remembered where my fatalistic penchant for melodrama came from.