It all began when I was five or six years old and saw a boy peeing on a tree. I
remember being outrageously jealous. Not because he had something down there
that I didn't, but rather because he could pee standing up and I couldn't. I
know this for a fact because I tried, and trust me, it wasn't easy having to
explain to my mother why my shorts and socks were wet when I went in from the
neighborhood playground.
I never tried to pee on a tree again, but I did grow up playing with matchbox
cars instead of Barbie dolls. By the time adolescence rolled around, I could
outrun and out-climb all the boys my age. So when the idea for SOUTHERN FATALITY came to
me, I decided to relive my tomboy days by writing from the first person male
point of view.
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