When she was told about the project, an old friend commented, “Please don’t throw me under a bus.” No buses. I promise.
For the record, to the best of my recollection, all these stories are true. Like any bar story, fish get longer, boobs get bigger, and there’s always one more guy trying to kick your ass. But the stories actually happened. A few of the names, circumstances, and locations have been altered to protect some people from me and me from some people.
This is just what happens when you start sneaking up on forty and look back, trying to remember exactly what happened all those years ago… and yesterday.