Sequestered in my room like a mole, I hunched over that tape deck and a crummy four-channel mixing board with its unrelenting electronic buzz. I roped friends and family into acting roles. The last thing they wanted was to be involved in one of my dopey productions.

My obsession with storytelling and audio theater wouldn’t die, so I dragged it — kicking and screaming — into today. I took a story from my book, “Punk Party and Other Accounts of Mischief,” and mixed in voices, music, and sound effects — hopefully in the right order. The result was an old-school radio show called “Last Call at the Crusader Lounge.”