MAD SHIT

A room inside my head I decided to put on the internet

 

INTRO

When I’m writing this memoir, my mind starts throwing off extra shit. Not on purpose. Not for effect. It just happens. I’ll be deep in a scene, and suddenly there’s an ad, or a flyer, or some document that never existed but somehow feels like it should’ve. I don’t question it anymore. I just save it.

This page is where all that ends up.

None of it is organized. None of it is explained. It’s just the stuff my brain leaks while I’m trying to tell the story straight. Call it runoff. Call it debris. Call it whatever.

 

I call it Mad Shit.

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HOW THIS WORKS

Every time a chapter of You Couldn’t Tell Me Shit! kicks up a new artifact, it lands here. No order. No categories. No themes.  Just whatever the story shook loose that week.

Think of this page as the shoebox under the bed of my mind.