A few years back, I spent a crazy day working on-set with a professional wrestler (who shall remain nameless). One of my favorite journals, Star 82 Review, was kind enough to give a home to my little story about it.
You can find it here: Wrestling The Tin Man
If you care to offer any guesses as to this wrestler’s identity, I wouldn’t bother! Sadly, I will not be able to confirm or deny, as I do not enjoy being sued and whatnot. I’m not a fan of receiving cease and desist letters – unless it’s one of those that I get every month from Wayne Newton. They smell like his hair cologne!
This journal is available in print, too, so isn’t that exciting, sassypants?! 😊 You can buy it here if you feel so inclined!
I bought two copies so that when I’m all old and washed up (about 6 months from now), I can show it to the otters I’ve trained to take care of me in my old age and say, “Before I lost my hands in that Valentine’s Day fireworks “accident” at Wayne Newton’s ranch, I used to be able to write stories about the weird things that have happened in my life!” and then the otters will all look at each other, nod in agreement, and then hold a pillow over my face until I stop moving, and then escape out the wall like that guy in One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest.
Thanks for being awesome and hanging out with me here every week. I friggin’ loved writing this story and I have the most fun with you folks and I’m so glad you’re here.
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