Why Me? Why Now?
Guys. I’ve never posted here before and I’m a bit nervous. Every time I try something new I’m afraid I’ll be ridiculed and it will suck. Because I’m a grown man of forty who didn’t got hugged enough as a child.
That said, let’s get into it.
I grew up in a small suburb outside of Washington State’s second city (or third, if you’re from Spokane), Tacoma. It was nice enough, but the privilege of my neighbors was extreme. I got bullied a lot; therefore I have a huge chip on my shoulder. It’s given me a bad temper and an extreme contempt for the upper class.
Also, I’m bipolar. Which means society is afraid of me and most of the time I can’t really get excited about anything. Especially now that I’m medicated.
Thank the Goddess I’m medicated.
I was married. She was abusive. Eventually she left me. I went down a rabbit hole of depression and “fuck it”. I survived, quit drinkin, got into a 12-step group for codependency, found an incredible woman to (hopefully) spend the rest of my life with, and now things are pretty great.
Except when they’re not, which is why blogs exist, right?
Anyhoo, my plan is to bore you all with talk about my podcasts, my shitty relationship with family, political rants that go nowhere, et cetera et cetera.
I think I’ll start by talking about my journey into becoming a Dungeonmaster. And if you think that’s something dirty you should probably read it. Cuz it’s waaaay nerdier than that.
Hope ya like this nonsense, and for the love of god I hope you like me.