This is a work of Tricktion, some truth and a lot of fiction Also, it is some truth and some fiction that has been tricked out to make it a more interesting read. Some of these stories I experienced firsthand, many of them I heard second, third, and even fourth hand, if there is such a thing. All of them have been altered if for no other reason than to preempt any potential lawsuits or even attempted murders if revealing some of them happens to really piss off those that were involved. Most of these stories happened well over twenty years ago, so I have to rely on my far from perfect memory to dredge them back up and fill in the blanks creatively in the places where the wiring in my brain is far too burnt out to produce the truth. I'm pulling roughly from about 1984 (a nod to Orwell) to around 1994 (in sad memory of Cobain).
I've put myself in some of these stories as the narrator in a quasi-journalist HST gonzo style, another nod to one of my heroes, though I doubt I will live up to his brilliance. But full disclosure here, I was never a journalist, not even for my high school newspaper. Instead, I was (and am) the quiet severely introverted near Rain Man like social outcast observer type. Hence the journalist persona. So, what you read here are the stories that dug themselves deep enough into the memory pathways and have been screaming to be dumped out onto the page ever since, nothing more, nothing less.
