2004 was a stupid year for me At the time there wasn't a lot of publishing options for independent writers. Major publishers had a requirements and deadlines for new entries and were very limited to the writers they brought in. Self publishers during that period weren't offering any free tools for publishing and the starting price was around $500. I was only a senior in high school and already decided that sharing my writing with the world was going to cost me a fortune. So I buried the idea. NOW I'm older, fatter, and just a little bit smarter. I'm glad I waited because there was so much more for me to write. And I stand before you today with 3 volumes of some of my most beloved memories, sticky situations, and just pure anger ventilation. It calmed my nerves to write how I felt and felt better in the long run because of that. And not only are there 3 volumes but heard them into one book like cattle and call it a collection