Someone recently asked me about my story. I guess I'd never really thought about telling it before. Mostly because what I'm about to write will seem like fiction or a ploy for sympathy. I promise, however, that every word to follow will be weighted with truth and devoid of any embellishment.
In some fit of irony I was born in a town called Eclectic. I lived in Kowaliga (a region named after an old Native American, the same as referred to by Hank Williams in the song Kowaliga. The cabin where it was written was just up the road from my first house) on Castaway Island. Kowaliga was just one of the many regions surrounding Lake Martin, which, w