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Toilet-papered Oak Trees Led to The Swamplands of My Soul.
One Guy’s Phd: 17 Years of Pretty helpful Discoveries
No, I don’t have a formal PhD. (Barely earned my high-school diploma.) But flipping through my journals from the past 17 years, I noticed a lot of Pretty helpful Discoveries, many I was blind to when they first occurred. Divorce triggered my journey to learn new stuff about myself. And I picked up a lot by staying open to new experiences — from above, below, strange folk, cool shrinks, crafty demons, surreal events, ER visits and way more. So if you’re looking for some laughs & new life-learnings through can’t-make-that-shit-up stories, join me. Together, we’ll poke fun at our human journey while the universe continues to have its way with us. Here’s Chapter 7…
For years I’ve wanted to nab the little bastards who toilet-papered our front-yard trees, shrubs and probably our dog if it had been out one of those nights. As a dad with three daughters, our house was a high-value target every year the week before high-school graduation.
I took my mission seriously during those pre-Ring doorbell days. To intercept the intruders, I’d go to bed on what I believed was the eve of their attack with anti-kidcraft artillery at the ready. One year I laid out the garden hose perfectly, hiding the nozzle under the front…
