From March 2000 to October 2000, I gave up on computers and became a big-rig truck driver. I had my share of headaches but also my share of fun. Highlights included sneaking off to Las Vegas for a weekend, hanging out at the Mall Of America and seeing Nine Inch Nails on tour. Sometimes funny, sometimes just what happened and sometimes a result of me staring at the road for hours on end. These are my trucking stories.

Set in the far distant future; the human race battles for freedom from the opressive Vishians fighters. Vishian's are bad on account of how they're the enemy. All written with fantastic skill because of how it tends to sound like it was written by a six year old. [Don't worry if you haven't ready any of the other Really Dumb Stories, they aren't related to each other]