Real stories are authentic, mind blowing, perplexing, rough, silent, obscene, sudden, painful, long, joyful, and unique. We have our elevator story, the synopsis of ours life that is worthy of a couple floors. What is the story we would tell nightly dinner guests during a trans-Atlantic cruise? A story so momentous that it requires breaks. Where plot lines simply fall off into recessed depths (or do they rise out of sight) and yet we continue, undeterred. People want to hear these stories. The ones without editors or a communication departments. One hundred and forty characters may grab a headline but it is hard to change my life without telling the rest of the story.