By now, you should know that I am a wannabe author as well as a wannabe comedian. The following is a brief excerpt from my soon-to-be published firt book. With a rather long, cumbersome title of 'Conversations with KennyGene - A Wannabe Comic: For the Mature Child in All of Us'; the book is an irreverent look back at some of the more outrageous shenanigans I have experienced within my lifetime.
A moon over Indiana will bring a smile to your face while a few of the coming age tales could make you faint, if not, downright momentarily ill. Like most of us, I admit to an addiction for food and learn how I’ve come to cope with the never-ending habit. Other situations are funny in a juvenile sort of way and the stories from my college years might even appear a tad cruel. While reading along, one must remember the time in my life when these occur and to the context of which I write about them.
I grow up on the lower side of middle class in the very heart of the Midwest. I have four brothers, even though my mother claims in having only two sons (and sometimes its one, even if I’m not the chosen one); a set of parents; one wife, complete with her parents; a dynamite son; a menagerie of current and past pets in and out of the house; and friends that span five of the seven continents. That is, last time I counted, I didn’t know of any relatives or partners in crime hiding along the banks of the Congo in Africa or stationed at Antarctica, but I could be wrong.
I grow up on the lower side of middle class in the very heart of the Midwest. I have four brothers, even though my mother claims in having only two sons (and sometimes its one, even if I’m not the chosen one); a set of parents; one wife, complete with her parents; a dynamite son; a menagerie of current and past pets in and out of the house; and friends that span five of the seven continents. That is, last time I counted, I didn’t know of any relatives or partners in crime hiding along the banks of the Congo in Africa or stationed at Antarctica, but I could be wrong.
As a child, my pastor often told me on Youth Sundays that I should consider the ministry, as I would always tread where angels feared. There was always someone volunteering me to deliver the sermon on those occasions. As far as I am concerned, I simply spoke what was on my mind. Much the same goes here – I’m only telling stories which most of us have forgotten or wish I would never remember, let alone air to the pubic at large. I only try and find the perverse humor in our lives; that’s all.
One thing is for certain, you’ll not likely forget the conversations we share here and you will probably remember me…KennyGene – A Wannabe Comic…right or wrong, good or bad, the memories will become an indelible part of your memory. Maybe, just maybe, some day you will have your own version to tell.
Want to know more, than watch for the book and buy it...kG
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