Where Do I Began..... Im currently enrolled in a secret academy majoring in mystery with a minor in attitude adjustment. My tuition costs are more than the price-tag on a new BMW, but they let me pay in wooden nickels because my great-grandfather is alumni of 1932, so the family name justifies any rule infractions.I graduated with the best grades of any high schooler in known Arizona history.My parents divorced before they were married, at which time an Extraterrestrial Biological Entity came to me in a daydream requesting that at the age of three I was to walk to Guadalupe, Arizona and meet with a Yaqui Indian by the name of Don Juan. Also granting me a pair of protective memory shielding second eyelids. Shortly after my fifth birthday I was treated to a week in Tent City where Sheriff Joe confided in me that he had once spoke to an EBE himself as well...J. Edgar Hoover. I was escorted out of my vacation, by one of the sheriffs deputies,when a smaller version of Sheriff Joe appeared and tried to use a memory eraser pen on me, like in that movie, "Men In Black." Fortunately I used my second set of eyelids granted to me by my EBE friend, and these goggle like protectors guarded my memory receptors. Shortly after this experience, I was forced to move out of the state with government protection. When scouting for relocation sights through ancient Peruvian Burial grounds, the canoe my trail guide and I were using to cross one of the many small tributaries was overtaken by Africanized Piranha and the pinkie toe on my right foot became covered in poisonous fish spit. I left the emergency room with a case of peg leg and a generous hospital bill. I've met the last 8 presidents and JFK rubbed my mothers pregnant stomach. As she tells it, whispering into her ear before skipping away," Don't worry Maryanne, your son will grow to conquer this world and twenty more just like it!." You can currently find me drinking Absynthe with BabaGanubian listening to sounds of the blue whale. In my spare time I chisel coconut shells into small diodes to use in my Gilligans Island Ham Radio. Love Is All there is!
