Abstract:
Truth, some believe, is stranger than fiction—even well-written pulp fiction featuring ridiculous man-sized outhouse leeches or a homicidal, incestuous hillbilly clan. However, as a recent television series so cleverly proved, the search for truth can be a more fascinating journey. With this in mind, I’ve compiled these short stories chronicling the droll occurrences of my formative years in bucolic Pennsyltucky. These deliciously embarrassing experiences embody just a few of my attempts at developing a resistance to the subtle tickle of detachment I felt between myself and virtually every denizen of my simple rural community.