I grew up in a very small town outside of Telluride Colorado called Norwood. So small, that K-12 was in the same building when I was there. So, I grew up in the mountains and had a full beard by the time I was 4. Built a log cabin when I was four and a half, caught fish with may bare hands and made my own clothes so I could live off the land and be a man, you know, build things with dirt and eat raw meat... run around in the dead of winter with nothing on but a loin cloth. I even wrestled a grizzly bear at when I was five years old. I consequently lost that battle, although it was a noble and brave effort. For the most part, the first sentence is true, the other part is bulls**t and I hope you are now smiling... on with my life story, just check out the blog...
