It used to be a semi-dangerous right of passage, going to a Con. It used to be a smaller, more select, far less mainstream way to spend time, take drugs, fail to achieve coital pairing with a lady, and celebrate one’s dorkdom. The Con. Guest story teller Damian Hutchinson, artist, professor, programmer, and friend from the olden days joined me to chat up days gone by, women we loved who found us silly and mostly harmless, places we loved that exist no longer, and the violent charm of Frenchmen.

Join us, please, as we skip down Reminiscence Boulevard.

#4 Tell Me A Story – and On ‘Till Morning