My Story
I grew up in the small town of East Brady – a place you’ve (probably) never heard of. I then went on to college to get a degree in Metrology – a degree you’ve (probably) never heard of. Not long after, I quit my job to pursue playing poker as a full time profession – a ‘job’ you (probably) wouldn’t approve of.
Over the years, I’ve found myself in the center of nonstop, as I call it, fuckery. Mostly embarrassing. No big deal though as I’ve had my self-esteem ripped apart numerous times and taken advantage of in my life and so might as well keep it going at the expense of delivering entertainment to each of my readers. Here at Baby Dick Tales, my goal is to build a ‘tell one tell all’ environment. No exaggerations. No leaving out essential details. No matter the consequences.
September of 2018, I went on a week long cruise that I got comped for free by one of the casinos I most frequently play at. Not only is it hard to find somebody who wants to do a two month road trip with you across The United States, but it can be just as tough to find the perfect person to spend a week cooped up in a cruise ship with.
Fuck it. I’ll just go alone.
At the end of the cruise, I felt as though all of my friends had to know about the fuckery that I had endured. Instead of having to separately tell a long, mouth drying, story to each of my friends, I decided to instead write a long, detailed, finger cramping, shit show explanation that has gone on to become the original Baby Dick Tale.
A lot of people still complain that my stories are “too long”. I always tell them the same thing – I’ll just take out all of the details and send you a few sentences instead. For those who have read them – “Unreal. Best shit I’ve read in years.”