The Back Roads Club

I grew up on back roads.

No malls. No plans. No entertainment.

Just boredom… the kind that turns into stories you still laugh about twenty years later.

We did things our parents still don’t know about —and thanks to the blessed era of no smartphones, they never will.

No phones. No proof. No witnesses. Just dirt roads and bad ideas.

Back Roads Club is my childhood in a t‑shirt.

The nights we shouldn’t have survived. The trouble we found because there was nothing else to do. 

The roads that raised us.

Pick your version of the story.