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Welcome, friends, to Matt Preskenis' very own Tenting Tales.
Matt's glad you're here, and he hopes you enjoy each and every one of these Tales.
As Matt himself told us, sipping on a can of ice cold MGD one cool summer night on Boston's South Shore:
"I'm glad people take the time to read these Tenting Tales.
"You know, in a simpler time, long before WalMart, McDonald's and Vivid Video, ours was a world of craftsmen whose work
provided us with useful and pleasing goods and services for everyday life.
"Cobblers made our shoes, chandlers made our candles, and the Ice Man was a veritable fixture in neighborhoods around
the country, as well as the father of more than a few illegitimate Ice Heirs!
"Now, these artisans and their fancy hats are mostly left to the etchings in your neighborhood museum. I, however,
had the opportunity not only to take part in the end of an era, but also to accelerate its demise...
"I was a Tenter, a man of modest means responsible for driving around in a beat-up Ford F350 and setting up hand-made
canvas tents for weddings, graduations and parties where the hosts just knew that drunken guests were going to spill shit
all over the place so there was no point in letting them in the house.
"These are but a few of my stories, but I hope you'll cherish them as much as I do. And thank God for canvas and
rope."
The One and Only Lobster Boy
Snakes are Real, Snakes are Alive
Jesus Was My Co-Worker
Potbelly Pigs, The Perfect Pet
Hot Dog Soup
"Yeah, dude!"
Superhero Wisdom
The TentCo Fantasy
Desperate Times, Drastic Measures
Drinking, Drugs, and Softball, too
COMING SOON--more tales of mid-morning tequila binges, violent rage whenever "Whiter Shade of Pale" comes
on the radio, and a tale that answers the question, "how would an old French Canadian man react to seeing a goat with an erection?"...
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