The Nineties were the coming of age for many of Generation X. This work captures that decade. It is a life lived. It is fiction in that all in the past is only a memory and thus does not have any real existence and the people that lived through it no longer exist as they were. I hope this work captures the idiocy and joy of being a member of the last generation that still had unlimited access to unmediated experiences, and of those, there were many. This promiscuous young man, a want to be writer, poet, hopeless romantic, druggie, drop out, proletariat, porno store clerk, and many other roles, wanted to find the other half. The other half he thought would make him complete. This young man is long gone. Generation X was the final generation before the digital world took over—the generation that watched the transformation of the country after 9/11. No other generation had it so good—material prosperity, relative freedom, and great music, and the very prominent relics of the generation before them for inspiration along with the writers and artists and filmmakers that shaped a worldview, and the ideals of the boomers, think hippies, still shined through.