Bar Codes and Bloodstains

Suburbia is filled with little stories, lies and exaggerations. It is the place where reality isn't all that real, where the residents live on eggshells hoping no one will discover the truth. It's not as if I'm privy to any information that isn't doled out freely at the neighborhood ice cream social. I've just lived here long enough to know my neighbors... almost as well as I know myself.

My Stories

If these stories start sounding familiar, it may be because you know a guy who has a friend whose brother's niece had the exact thing happen to her. Or you may have run into me at a party, where I've been telling these stories for years.

With a beer in one hand and a crooked smile on my face, I've bored all my friends with this collection of nasty little neighborhood secrets. Maybe they'll translate better in print... and maybe this time my friends will laugh.

Available 2008