Before the Buzzer by Cain Randle
A man goes to a memoir writing conference and gets a dose of his past he hadn't expected. Image generated with OpenAI I had been thinking about writing a memoir for twenty years and staring at a blinking cursor in a blank Word document for the past three years. Instead of moving my fingers and just writing the thing, I attended another (my twelfth) memoir writing conference - this one was in Chula Vista - where they guaranteed to help me unlock my past and write a best-selling tell-all that would become the next multi-episode Netflix thriller. Registration fee, hotel, airfare, car rental, food. Unlocking your past does not come cheap. But I hadn't been back to California since the year I turned twenty, so even if the conference was a bust, maybe I could rent a car and drive up I-5, check out some of the old haunts. Other than the catchy and cringeworthy conference titles (this one was called Mem-Wars: The Mind's Battle Between What You Think Happened and Wh...