At the risk of beginning a blog that could have no end, I must admit that there are a finite number of childhood events that I can recall. Luckily, for you, those moments are numerous. That which I am able to summon from the syntax woven into this warbled brain of mine shall be shared out; warts and all. I make no apologies for the extreme mistreatment that my brothers and I (and the villainous father figure), along with our numerous cousins, inflicted on one another. We were horrible children. This blog is meant to explain our behavior, not to excuse it. These tales of horror and humor are meant to be enjoyed, thought about and shared; not to be emulated. That said...
There once was a boy named Randall Johnson...
