A Strange Person.
Raised by possums in the hill country of North Georgia, I became adept at strange looks and awkward silences at an early age, whereupon I became a reclusive magician and set to work making my spare time disappear and be replaced by card tricks and drum sticks. Since then the pattern has only increased in intensity and direction, with only mild digressions into poetry and cajun cooking to punctuate the madness.
Presently I'm engaged in raising a delightful little minion named Oliver, who at five months is not quite ready for drum sticks yet, but I might be able to use him on bass.
