Do you feel it? That spinning sensation? It's the director taking us through space and time to the place in this movie called the "Origin Story." Most lives go on just fine never knowing about one or even thinking about their own. But this is the internet; I must have an origin story.
I was born to a woman in Squalid Patch, PA. She was sweet and made the best cabbage rolls. They still looked like human waste, as cabbage rolls do, but they tasted of love and simple living. Her house in the woods wasn't near anything so I was confused when I found myself lost in foliage without end.
I was adopted by a pack of wolves that quickly abandoned me because I ran too slowly and were clever and sensed an origin story about to progress. Wolves hate origin stories about as much as they hate Sarah Palin hunting from a helicopter. Besides, in all the stories they starred in, they never got paid and never mind residuals. They were outta here.
They left me near a place that was covered in coal dust and steel-town waste and smelled like rotten eggs. That's where the Swedish acrobatic team, the Practical-And-Useful-Petersons taught me the secrets of smelt juggling. (They tried the name, the "Amazing Petersons," but they though the words "Amazing" and "Peter" next to each other was just bragging and probably impolite.)
The Practical-And-Useful-Petersons taught me basics in house building and polite uses of beige. They brought me to Erie, Pennsylvania so I could blend in with humankind. They were such hopeful people, certain I had some useful gift to offer humanity. They had their doubts when they discovered I couldn't stop laughing every time I walked past the "Erie Cemetery." I was certain there was some buried irony involved in that name.
They soon found out I was a "wise guy" and reeled in horror. I was always "smart" and had some kind of "attitude." They knew I was making nothing up, and usually repeated back to them exactly what they said to me, but found my way of saying it somehow "forward" and "clipped" and other euphemisms that implied outright mockery.
I realized I needed to go to college. (Don't judge me, everyone was doing it.) When I arrived, I was happy to find that I landed among my kind, the men and women of letters, beer, and 8 ball. I found my way to whisky, wrestling, kinky sex, and creative blasphemy. I was fun at parties, but terrible at funerals. The Avon ladies had a watch list and I was on it. So did the mailmen.
After time and during spring break, I was overcome by a strange vision and sold all my earthly belongings and moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico, a place where no one can hear you scream, or at least they pretend convincingly they didn't hear you. My life was nothing but sunshine and Weird Al and Bugs Bunny jokes.
I am an actual a writer of m4m/science fiction/paranormal horror stories and love to wrestle and wrap my legs tight around hapless victims. It's a hobby/obsession really. Muscle/male art gets my interest. Although I miss my days in Pennsylvania, outrunning the Werewolf hunters, I enjoy the vistas of New Mexico right now.
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Book I: The Erik Atlas Archives : Hero https://www.amazon.com/HERO-Erik-Atlas-Archives-ebook/dp/B01M69Z7OW/ref=la_B01M4QIUEJ_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1478200470&sr=1-1
Book II: HEEL https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071J8HM1S/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1496255547&sr=1-7&keywords=Dan+Erickson
I won't drink your beer or smoke your weed. Covid recluse, learned to love it.
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yes wrestling still gets me crazy.
Long time, buddy! I see you still enjoy guys getting crushed for fun. LOL
Thanks very much for the faves.
Many thanks for faving again, my friend!
You do some beautiful work - thank you for it!
Thanks, buddy!
Thank you so much for faving again, Dan!