Cleaned this place out

My nephew Tyler set this website up for me last winter. He’s good with computers and I’m not, and I told him what I wanted to write about, and he said he’d get it started for me. What he did was have one of those AI programs write about ten posts “in my voice.” Or what it figured my voice was.

I finally sat down and read all of it this weekend. It was a lot of stuff about “reading the room” and a “four-suit checklist.” There was a whole post about McDonald’s floor plans. I have never once in my life thought about a McDonald’s floor plan. I go to McDonald’s because it’s open and the bathroom is usually clean.

It also had me playing World of Warcraft. I don’t play World of Warcraft. Tyler does.

So I took it all down. Everything on here now I wrote myself, on the laptop at the kitchen table, mostly at night. Tyler’s showing me how to post. If there’s typos that’s why, and I’m not going to go back and fix all of them.

What this is: I’m a clown. I’ve done it 31 years, mostly birthday parties and church things and parades around Howard County and the counties next to it. I smoke, and I’ve been trying to quit on and off since my grandson was born, and I’m not good at it yet. The two things run into each other more than you’d think. That’s mostly what I’m going to write about.

The number at the top is days since my last cigarette. It’s low right now. I’m leaving it up either way.

— N.