I’m not lyin’. I’m telling stories.
D. B. Christian, age 4
Rast Tales — living with a Ginger Goon
His full name is Rastmus Edgar and he’s 100% American Dumbass. Whether he’s yodeling with the Civil Emergency siren, looking pitiful as I eat my supper and don’t share, or lays his big ol’ melon of a head on my lap at the end of the day, I love my Rast.
Have you heard the one about…?
I grew up around people who told stories and lies — and came to find out that there is an intertwining of the two that makes life all the more interesting.
There be monsters…
By monsters, I mean friends, family, and people I’ve run into over the years who I just want to sit around the campfire with an appropriate beverage to tell stories, whoppers, and tales.
All the stories you’ll hear here are those of the people telling them, and all ideas expressed are owned by the people who express them. I’m responsible for my shit, and as such, I’ll own up to it. My viewpoints are mine alone and do not express the beliefs or opinions of my employers (past, present, and future). I do use adult language — and each story will have an appropriate qualification of linguistic shenanigans. If you’re offended by naughty words or friends busting each other’s chops, I suggest you skip my podcast. — DBC, January 2021