http://storytellerway.bandcamp.com
Here’s where you can go to hear my tales- listen for free, or if you’re feeling particularly benevolent, by all means feel free to purchase them and help support a poor storyteller in doing what he does…
http://storytellerway.bandcamp.com
Here’s where you can go to hear my tales- listen for free, or if you’re feeling particularly benevolent, by all means feel free to purchase them and help support a poor storyteller in doing what he does…
The Storyteller Way 
I’d like to share a story of my own. One time I was at my friend Daniel’s house out in the backwoods of Northwest Arkansas with my brother, the Dragon Prince of Irritance. Anyway, we went out into the forest, hoping to find some adventure. We got lost. Daniel kept telling us to trust him, but he didn’t know the way even though he’d been living there for years. Anyway, his idea was to try and get to his barber, Rusty’s property which we would know about because it had cows. We went into A yard, but it was a random stranger’s yard with a ferocious-looking dog that tried to attack us, I think. Well, we turned tail and ran as fast as our pampered little legs could carry us, and I was the last one back, so I was the only one that got a good look at the owner of the property and I could have sworn he was carrying a rifle. After about an hour we realized that Daniel’s aunt would be pissed once we got back, but on the bright side we finally got to Rusty’s property. We made our way to the road, I pissing off a couple of bulls, and walked our way back home. Well they walked, I sprinted because during the entire time we were lost, I had to take a massive dump. Ain’t that a good way to start the morning?