All I ever asked for was a writing desk, but my father (God rest his soul) didn’t want to buy one for me despite spending tens of thousands on lavish antique furniture to fill his million-dollar mansions. Since I was six, I impressed upon him my obsession—my need—to become an author, but he didn’t care for my writing career, preferring I devote my time to learning the pizza trade.
Yes, this is a memoir of sorts—a rambling, ranting memoir in which my struggle to obtain a simple writing desk, let alone a computer and printer, represents just one of the many hurdles I have had to overcome to achieve literary success, something I am still waiting to, um, achieve, even as I approach a half-century on this planet.
My apologies again, but this podcast is a verifiable RANT. It’s sad, needy, at rare times enlightening, and you probably shouldn’t listen to it. Seriously, I didn’t record this for you (but is anyone even listening?), unless, like me, you are also struggling to find your place among the pantheon of storytellers.
The Art of Storytelling 
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