This isn't a memoir. These are snapshots-of growing up in Southern California, of falling in love with a girl way out of my league, of learning how to be a man without a manual. It's the ridiculous 2 3 Cliff Cramp things we did with bottle rockets and mortars, how a dragonfly nearly ended a teenage friendship, and how a misunderstanding about a baseball umpire named "Al" became one of my favorite inside jokes with the woman I married. You won't find any great revelations here-just the kinds of stories that make you laugh out loud one minute and feel a little tug in your chest the next. If you've ever been young, or dumb, or in love, I think you'll find something here that feels familiar. Pull up a chair. Let me tell you some stories.