Presented here are stories, or vignettes, pulled from the memories of one common man born in 1958. He started his life in a working class family, in a suburb of Boston, and will likely end it somewhere else.
The stories are presented as they occur to him, from all parts of his life, without deference to sequential order. They are written here as they are remembered, as they are fed into his conscious mind by the frequently inefficient file clerk in his brain who assembles the various pieces of memories – the sensations and emotions and opinions – and sends them up for review.
There is truth in all of the stories, but many of the details are incorrect. Many of them are fabricated. Timelines suffer. And some of them are the stories of other people that he has taken as his own. Lies have been added to make the stories more interesting.
I hope you enjoy them.