The Feedstore Chronicles
This memoir was born from a weekly series of blog posts. Truth be told, I never meant to write a memoir. These stories are the very same ones I’ve told my friends and sometimes strangers over a cold beer or three, but the blog posts sort of took on a life of their own and the original editor urged me for months to put them into a story. The challenge was honing in on a meaningful arc to bind them together in a way that told a complete story. These are the tales of my teenage years and looking back, I am lucky to have survived.
Most coming-of-age stories are fraught with symbolism, hidden metaphors, and a heaping mound of other literary devices. Not this one. Not mine. You see, I came of age while working at a dusty Texas feed store. A place where To Kill a Mockingbird involved a twelve-year-old and a BB gun. Of Mice and Men was a problem easily solved with rat poison. And David Copperfield , nothing more than a dude that made shit disappear.
The Feedstore Chronicles is a mostly true account of my education amongst murderous ex-wives, a well-hung bulldog, and feed room fornication.
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