The Feedstore Chronicles in Bloomington, MN

Most coming-of-age stories are fraught with symbolism, hidden metaphors, and a heaping mound of other literary devices. Not this one. Not mine. You see, I came of age while working at a dusty Texas feed store. A place where
To Kill a Mockingbird
involved a twelve-year-old and a BB gun.
Of Mice and Men
was a problem easily solved with rat poison. And
David Copperfield
, nothing more than a dude that made shit disappear.
The Feedstore Chronicles
is a mostly true account of my education amongst murderous ex-wives, a well-hung bulldog, and feed room fornication.