Hi. My name is Tom. This is my blog.
This blog will not have anything to do with the following:
So why the title?
I was raised primarily by my grandmother Granny. Granny was an odd bird: she was a Roosevelt Democrat and a born-again Christian, which is a species that was apparently more common in the pre-Reagan political era. That was the way I was raised. The result has been a liberal who’s ashamed of his sexuality.
This dichotomy has held me back. On my 42nd birthday earlier this year, I reached a point where I was incredibly unhappy with the path my life had taken. I decided I needed to do something about it. The problem was Granny. She is like Dickens’ Ghost of Christmas Future, silently pointing toward the gates of Hell every time I do something.
Everybody’s heard the phrase “going to Hell in a hand basket.” It means that things are going poorly–that things are rapidly headed into chaos or disaster without much effort. But I wanted something to give the idea that I was purposefully going to Hell; hence, “riding.”