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I was born in a test tube filled with gelatinous, milky grime; It was cold. My parents were heartless. I always felt wet. Soggy. A fragment. There was simply no red blood flowing through my veins like all the other groovy kids on the block. I guess I was a bit jealous. We played Cowboy and Indians in the "Jungle" next to my house. My friends thought that my dad had smoked pot while designing our house. I had OCD. Then I got into the Punk Rock Scene in 1982. And the rest is misery. I mean, history. I made an ass out of my self.Anyway, I went to college and now I've got just enough education to screw me up for the rest of my life. I've also spent most of my existence in St. Louis, although there have been detours to other cities and countries. St Louis is peachy keen in many ways, but as most people would imagine, it has its drawbacks. What doesn't? Oh, perhaps the coast of Greece, mountains and the ocean, with a Margarita and a James Bond-girl about to hand me a Margarita. Oops, back to my reality.Jesus. Looking down at my pizza, the cheese still warm, my bloodhsot eyes can clearly see the remains of an index finger wrapped in a bandaid like a child's heating blanket. It amuses me. I do not laugh, but only whistle, 'My favorite Things.'I'm a Writer-Artist-Painter-Filmmaker-Actor, Dork ( I know, I know...Jack of all trades, Master of None and perhaps there is a grain of truth about that when it comes to me, but at least I can be honest. ) , with the emphasis on writing for a number of reasons which I'm not going to go into; basically I don't want to destroy the reader's brain with boredom.Been published in small quantities, obviously nothing major, but hope floats...I've shown paintings and my experimental films in Art Galleries; done some acting in theatre, commercials and low-budget film.I'm in the John Robert Powers Acting and Modeling Agency: Images of St. Louis. Did instructional videos. Also I'm a member of the legendary St. Louis Writers Guild, which once upon a weird-time had Tennesse Williams for a member.I work in a cool bookstore/art gallery.Previously I was in sweet hell: For three plus years of bilious fun I had toiled at the St. Louis Zoo. It was an experience. First I was a Carousel Barker/Operator, then on into the cold Pengiun area ( penguins rock! ). The entire situation was orgasmic, but without the Orgasm. Still, Penguins are very cool, although infested with Guanno. And the smello. I had to boil my clothes every freaking night.Finally I worked in Safety and Security with many ex- police officers with mustashes and militaristic attitudes. They joked about what would happen to me if I went to prison. Obviously they understood my poetic nature. Heh heh. Yet I did get many good story ideas from the experience and learned to appreciate animals other than humans. My opinion of humans dropped even further than its previous low. The sound of Tortoises screwing is something few will ever forget.