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Fri. Feb 29, 2008

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On November 8th, 1976, in a hospital in Virginia, John's wife, Deborah, gave birth to their second child. Their first son. That was Me. YAY! I was born all healthy and despite those bastard doctors slapping me around I never the less became a happy baby. All cute with big huge cheeks. You would probably have involuntarily said "awww" if you had seen me.

Time did as it always does and passed. I grew and by the age of 2 I traveled with my family to our new home in Texas. I frolicked in fields, rode bicycles on streets, attended school, and the building blocks for my character and personality were laid. During this period John and Deborah divorced and John eventually moved to California. I really do not remember much about this point in my life.

After roughly 12 years in Texas I moved with my mother and older sister to Las Vegas where I attended high school, lost my virginity, started smoking, entered the work force for the first time, learned how to drive, smoked pot for the first time, got drunk for the first time and did the typical teenage rebellion thing. YAY! Teen angst. I was a huge dork and thought that I was being cool which I know now is fairly typical for that age.

After graduation I moved to San Diego to live with my father for bit and attend massage school. After a year in San Diego I moved back to Las Vegas for a girl. The situation with the girl did not work out. It was very tragic. You would have cried and been all *sniff sniff* and if you are female you would want to have hugged me and comfort me. Honest. This time while in Vegas I developed a hatred for desert living and an interest in computers both of which I still hold to this day. I also had a this little cutie of a son. If you were an 8 year old girl you would be all over him. Things between my baby's mama and I did not work out.

After about about 4 years or so in Vegas I get laid off from my job but shortly land another one in Los Angeles. So once again I was on the move. I packed up my shit and moved to LA where I have lived since late 1999.

With that this little tale enters a more modern tone. I have learned that I pretty much enjoy anything that involves me working with my hands, especially if it involves making something. This ranges from auto repair to cooking to little DIY "I wonder what will happen if I..." projects. I love Disneyland and try to visit the park often. If you are ever planning a trip to the Magical Kingdom and want some additional company I am available. Over the last few years I have also calmed down quite a bit. I have dealt with many personal issues and have found that happy spiritual place that patchouli reeking hippies enjoy visiting through their host of mind altering substances. The draw back to this is that my inner turmoil was the primary motivator for most of my creative endeavors. So I am searching for either a new motivation for my creative outlets or a balance between a happy peaceful life and my inner "Grrr" angry self.

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Pirates kick total fucking ass!