Why I Write This (And Why You Must Read It)

Welcome, friends, to the WTF: What The Fiasco blog. If you’ve made it this far, congratulations! You’ve successfully navigated my impulsive design choices and my generally abrasive tone—two key symptoms of the A.D.D. brain that runs this operation.

The, blog is a collection of short, slightly fictionalized stories about my life as a 60+-year-old man who, thanks to my perpetually scattered brain, has found myself sharing a decaying Victorian house with 20 other emotionally stunted gentlemen. Yes, the stories are based on real life events, but the names, places, and specific levels of squalor have been strategically altered. Why? Because after decades of impulsively venting, I’ve finally learned to write it all down and edit it before shooting my mouth off and getting myself permanently evicted. 

You're seeing my life as it is now. The prequel—the long, twisted road that led me from a seemingly normal life to a life where I’m sharing a bathroom with a man who thinks gloves are optional in a gas zone—is a story for another time.

Do you want the prequel? Do you want the full, tragicomic history of this Fiasco? I’ll only write it if I see there’s genuine interest. So here’s the deal, and this is important:

• Read the posts. All of them.

• Leave comments. Tell me what you think. Tell me who your favorite weirdo is.

• Pass it on. Share this blog with anyone who has ever owned a pair of noise-canceling headphones.

If you don't do this, I will immediately assume one of two things: You are either too distracted by your own A.D.D. (in which case, I empathize), or you are actively avoiding dealing with me, just like everyone else in my life.

And honestly, both of those outcomes are just another chapter in the Fiasco.

Thanks for reading!

WHAT THE FIASCO!