Questions from Strangers
I got invited out for drinks the other night with a few of my friends from college. During the course of the night we met up with some of my friend Chris’ colleagues. Chris is an incredible person who is more excited about your victories than you are, and he so sweetly introduced me as his friend the author who is having a book published in a few weeks. The question that comes next is one that I am delighted by and dread in equal measure. "What kind of a book is it?" I try to fight my embarrassment while saying that I wrote a memoir, because what is douchier than a person writing 300 pages about themselves after they haven’t even been on the earth for 40 years? Nothing, you guys, there is nothing douchier than that. Then they ask what the title is, and I tell them How to Get Run Over by a Truck – and as I look into their confused and interested faces, I usually follow up with, “because I was run over by an 18 wheel truck a few years a...