Stories I Like To Tell In Person.
I like to consider myself a pretty good storyteller. I may not be as skilled with poetry or artistic prose as I would like, but my 17-year-career as an independent writer is proof that I can spin an entertaining tale. I like to tell some of those stories here in the blog section, but there are a few that don’t translate as effectively into the written word. There are some stories that are better told in person, so I’ll list those tales here today.
If you see me at a convention, run into me on the street (it’s happened!), or you’re one of my close friends or relatives who’s never heard these stories before, ask me and I’ll gladly tell you these stories in full.
THE SINGLE WORST PANEL I’VE EVER SPOKEN ON
THE MOST PERFECTLY AWKWARD EXCHANGE I’VE EVER SEEN AT A CONVENTION
THAT TIME I BECAME THE COAT-CHECK GUY AT A SEX PARTY
“OH MICHAEL, JUST FUCK HER!”*
COMING HOME TO A LESBIAN WINE-AND-CHEESE PARTY IN MY APARTMENT
THE SINGLE MOST FASCINATING PANEL I’VE EVER SPOKEN ON
THE 2008 NEW ENGLAND METAL FEST’S OPENING MOMENTS
HOW THE LAST METAL CONCERT I ATTENDED WAS ALSO THE BEST
AHMAD THE LYFT DRIVER AND OUR AMAZING RIDE
*My mother hates when I tell this story because this is something she once said to me. But this is also Garth’s favorite story, and he’s made me tell it so many times that it’s made my mom into a semi-legend among our mutual friends.