Eddie Davidson: Blog

I've discovered the perfect response to every question

"Most of the semen isnt mine"

As an example, let's say I'm going to ask you how your mother's day went.

Just respond "Most of the semen isnt mine"

You won't get asked any more questions.

Note: this probably won't work with your wife.

I think for the first chapter of Harley and Juggs there was a last minute editing problem, where I was trying to get the spacing to work in HTML but I accidentally posted part of chapter one twice.

I've sent it to the admins to republish.

Much of this story is based off of real life experiences, and people that I've known in my life - which is part of why it may resonate as authentic.

When I write, I visualize my reader sitting across from me shooting the shit in a bar. I try to write conversationally.

In this case, the storyteller is a 14 year old girl in the summer of 1976, still wet behind the ears but she has obviously lived for some time at the point she is telling the story. I enjoy going back in time through my stories, picking a place I was back then and working on that.

Sonny and Cher action figures were a real thing. Television shows were super cheesy. In America, you'll see 18 version of the same black SUV on the road, but back then it was all about the big fat-ass LTD stationwagon with wooden style sideboards.

I wanted to create that world and tell that story. I can still smell my Aunt and Uncle's trailer, see that green shag carpet. He had a painting of Trigger (Roy Roger's Horse) and a bunch of turquoise and American Indian stuff on the wall that my uncle collected at tourist traps back then. I remember the 7up bottles that said "76" and had the liberty bell on them. Everyone was talking about the bicentennial that year.

The story is 20 chapters long - but I am thinking that I can actually extend it a little. I may write some bonus chapters while I edit and publish this one. There was a lot to tell.

I do not think I'll put a lot of pictures to illustrate this one. Its hard to find retro pictures that truly capture the time period.

I've also wrapped up "Mother May I" - a fun 9 chapter story. I hope you enjoyed that as well.

At the Retirement home:

"Hey Grandma, I heard you were into BDSM?"

"Yeah, I love Bing, Danny Kay, Sinatra, and Martin!"

"Okay..I guess I brought this riding crop for nothing then."

"No, you can still whip my ass. I just want to listen to "Fly me to the moon" while you do it."

Personally, I would say the difference is about $350 an hour to pay the hooker to do it with you.

As I reflect upon 2022 and 2023, I've come up with five realistic resolutions.

1. Be much worse than I am now. I don't just mean just my writing. I mean in general as a person.

2. Put on at least 20 pounds of fat without working out. Then I will complain that the fat pills that I bought aren't working.

3. Be honest with people and let them know that they are ugly or not very good at things (unless they can do things for me)

4. Lie and steal all of the time.

5. Never read story codes, and then complain to the author that the story contained themes that I did not like.

Wait a minute, I just realized this is a list of shitty things people do.

I'm not going to do any of those things. I don't need a new year to suddenly realize that either.

(I will still probably gain some weight and not workout though)