Well lets see,grew-up in Queens N.Y. a kid who was always up to mischief and no-good it seems. I couldnt stay out of trouble for the life of me. I lived near an industrial area,Boat Yard, shell oil company in my back yard pratically, It was like my ultimate playground.Anyway We left when I was 13 To Denver Colorado, freakin cowboy country...Boy was that a smack in the face in the beginning anyway, i moved from a playground to a cow-patty field in three and half days by bus!! Boy that was fun.
The whole way there some lady was eating peaches and putting the pits on my blanket while i was trying to sleep."nasty woman’ couldn’t believe it. Needless to say I didn’t have very high hopes for this trip. Once we finally arrived in colorado, to know surprise it was exactly what I pictured it to be"i wished it wasn’t" but it was. I was deeply depressed missed all my friends and family even my school that was scary... Anyway i guess my mom thought it would be better that I was raised out here less things for me to get in trouble with, atleast that was the intention.
But what she didn’t realize that trouble ateast back then always had a way with finding me. I got better with time and got use to the whole country thing but had a real thick N.Y accent which the country folk didn’t particularly care for to much. So to make a long story short Got picked on quite a-bit got into alot of fights so much for staying out of trouble... But the more I stayed in colorado "like I had a choice at the time" I got passed all the Hard-Knocks, slowly my accent was starting to change" I guess I was still young enough for it to change" My mom never lost hers up till the day she died... I remembered exactly when my life started getting better ’It’s not hard to remember" It was my second Chrismas in Colorado. Woke-up christmas morning"Yeah right I dont think I slept the whole night"
Anyway came down the stairs no one was up and I believe I sat there on the carpet just gazing at all the gifts under the tree,I must have passed out because all I remember is my brother tripping over me,and crushing my ear into the carpet. "Talk about burn" Oh well all I cared about was my gift. Opened up few gifts some were clothes "big thrill" some cool toys, but the ultimate gift was the Goofy Magic Set... I was entranced from the get go, this I knew would change my life,"and it did" boy did it... I remember my mom telling me before she passed, that the greatest gift she gave me besides her love, was that magic-set along with it’s life time of study,
I found out magic was real, you just have to know where to look... Now Im Not going to tell you my age but im sure you can figure it out... But im quite happy and at peace with myself, And never miss an opportunity to perform for people when the time comes, I see a little bit of me in everybody when they are surprised and bewildered by what I do... Much like the first time I really enjoyed christmas.