Other Rantings - The Studio Stories Archive…
Semi-literate stories of a misspent youth…
Yep, I never throw anything out. No matter how tired I am of looking at it, how badly written it is, or how many times someone tries to sue me over it. Back by popular request, here are the Studio Stories from the First version of eenyne.com, circa 2003. I’m initially going to disable the ability to comment on the stories, you know, to keep the riffraff out, but if you’ve got something to add send me an email and we might start unlocking them. Then we can reminisce. I may even get around to adding the rest of the old website stuff here soon…
It’s a shame really. Timmay was so happy when I finally took down that picture of him cramming a dildo in his ass. Oh well. Read on, and see if you can count how many times I use the word “Fuck”. I find this also makes for a very demanding drinking game…
For the uninitiated, I grew up in a tiny mountain town known as Jackson Hole Wyoming, a tourist trap and ski resort, and also home to Harrison Ford, Sandra Bullock, and Dick Cheney. My brother once tailgated and screamed gibberish at Britney Spears as her black Escalade tried to make a hasty retreat from that awful redneck country. There are four seasons there, just like anywhere else: Construction season, Tourist season, three months of summer, and WINTER. It is not uncommon to see your piss freeze before it hits the ground in December.
In this, the epitome of a one-horse town, there is little to do besides drink, become addicted to drugs, or try to escape. Oh sure, there are the ski resorts, the white water rafting tours, and the national parks, but this is mostly tourist fare. For the members of my graduating class, there were only ever three options: escape and go to college, develop a crippling addiction to something, or have a child at sixteen and settle down.
The following stories detail the debaucheries that occurred in my house of three years in WY, “The Studio”.
