The book that I was inspired to write in sixth grade, back in 1958, is now on sale on Amazon.com -- just in time for summer reading.
Stories I'd Tell My Children (but maybe not until they're adults) is an R-rated collection of more than 100 mostly hysterical stories that span 55 years, and I guarantee that they're at least 80% true.
It's a bit like Sarah Silverman's The Bedwetter: Stories of Courage, Redemption, and Pee -- but written by someone who has a penis.
Culture clash is a frequent theme in my book. So are food, phoniness and incompetence. There's also sex, drugs and rock & roll. Even the sex and drug stories are funny. There are four murders.
- One previewer said, "This book is so funny that I nearly peed in my pants. My girlfriend didn't think it was funny, so I got a new girlfriend."
- Another said, "Fucking brilliant! Who knew that you had this much sexual depravity in your past. I'll never look at you the same way."
- Another said, "This may be the funniest book ever! I laughed so hard reading it that the dogs got out of bed and left the room. They forgave me when I read the Cat Lasagna story to them. You are a wise man and a wiseass: a winning combination."
The sampler is mostly about going to school in New Haven, CT in the 1950s and 60s. The printed book covers much more. I’ve produced the sampler for other “kids” who went to school in New Haven, but the stories should have wide appeal for all baby-boomers, and even Gen-X-ers and Gen-Y-ers. If you enjoy the samples, I hope you’ll buy the full book.