A collection of stories from strangers, assembled while volunteering for 97X (WOXY) at an outdoor show in Cincinnati during high school. A ridiculous exercise in what - flirtation? Psychological experimentation? Alls I know is it elicited a lot of violent stories from teenage boys.

Note: “DYE JOB” is what I was calling myself at the time (as opposed to previous nicknames I’d given myself, including “Jupiter Brilliant” and “Siobhan”). Obvs. Bill was the compulsive liar I was “dating” at the time. Apparently, our heads were the same size.

(Related: The old Lotion/Rob story is here…)