My Story

Hi, my name is Whit Houston. I’m 21 and started writing in 2023 at the age of 19.

Journaling began for me as a way to clear my mind, and evacuate some harsh thoughts and feelings that endured throughout my early college days.

It has since continued in that fashion while expanding to a storytelling and adventure novel.

I have always enjoyed telling stories of my travels and adventures and decided that I’d like to share these with a broader audience in hopes that someone else might decide to journey off and find themselves in the same way I have.

In 2022, my senior year in high school, after spending the last three years with a stick up my butt, as a try-hard in the classroom, I finally realized that one can have fun while still maintaining their education. So, I loosened up. I started hanging out with some people after school and made friends with some girls. I was interested in one of the girl’s friends. She got us together and we started talking. All of us had the best of times. The four of us. Me and the girls. Funnily enough, I spent way more time with the original two girls because the girl I liked had the strictest parents. Oh yeah, and her daddy was the school district’s superintendent! But she didn’t seem to mind. Coming up on the beginning of 2023, homegirl decided she didn’t like me anymore and it hit me hard. I heard from my dad that there was a factory hiring for a saw operator nearby. So I applied and got an interview later that week.

I got interviewed and evidently they didn’t realize I was in high school prior to this meeting, so I ended up doing a different job taping and stapling boxes in the packing department. While there, my desire to entertain opened up more. I brought a little JBL speaker and clipped it to my belt loop and played all sorts of music. I grew to like R&B. I would dance and grind and do all sorts of sensual movements, anything to get my coworkers laughing. Here I acquired many of my nicknames (I am in the dozens by now).

I’ve always been someone that enjoys their job. Granted, I was still living at home and wasn’t requiring this to pay the bills. This was play money in a sense. But I had a good ass time at this plant. A couple of guys from my high school started working there and we would work to 8pm on school nights. I showed that I would work even when the main crew left at 6pm, so it got approved for the “high school boys” to stay until 8pm also. We would act a fool every night. And we got braver all the time.

One time we found some casters and screwed them to the bottom of a pallet.