Gregg Overman

I was born in New Orleans and spent most of my early life in Louisiana under the quiet and careful guidance of the nuns at Sacred Heart Grammar School. It was terrifying. To this day, I will not allow my wife to wear a black and white dress. I then attended Holy Savior Menard Central High School (seriously, that’s the name) where I learned to fear men with the honorific “Coach.” Having learned that lesson and survived to graduation, I went to LSU in Baton Rouge and managed to graduate in just five and half short years. It was one of the worst mistakes of my life. Not the college or the degree—the graduating from college. I had no idea how much fun I was having until I was no longer having so much fun. If I had known what I know now, I would still be attending the university, having amassed roughly 10,000 undergraduate hours and several million dollars in student loan debt. In spite of my best efforts at sabotage, my small business in Memphis is thriving, and, at the age of 70, I still go to work every day to shake my fist and yell at the workers. I have a small house in the woods where I live with my wife, three cats, three dogs, twelve chickens, and a few tropical fish. The dogs will occasionally pay attention to me. Please buy my book so I can get more dogs.