Born in the middle of three children, the only boy between two sisters who were both too pretty and polite to be believed, I was the class clown before I even went to school. My first memory is of sitting on my mama’s lap and letting out a clear church bell ring of a fart that made my daddy laugh and my mama hold me up at arm’s length to check if I had shit myself…..

First published in ARTWIFE in November 2025.