Worst Memoir Ever

To most people, Willard Henry seemed like a real piece of shit for his entire life. By his own account he dislikes people, and doesn’t really care what you “pussy-whipped bastards think of me anyway.” He was pretty much like this from a child. Growing up in a small shack in the “middle of nowhere,” Louisiana has a way of hardening a person. Now 97 years old and “kicking harder than a mule on cocaine,” Willard Henry looks back on a life that made him the man he is today, as a “record of what made me the legend I’m gunna become”.

Hello everyone! Had some fun with it today, writing the “opening to the worst memoir ever”… or maybe the best? XD What’d you think? 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s