I had a fairly normal childhood. I was born a poor serf child on an alien planet, and an intergalactic shipping error caused by dyslexic drunken postal workers and soggy inverted digits resulted in my arrival on earth in the year 1970 with extreme postage due (sorry about the national debt). Then I was exposed to massive amounts of gamma radiation, bitten by a radioactive spider, possessed by a firey demon from Waco Texas, had my skeleton reinforced with a rare and indestructable substance known only as saran wrap, and then I was enlisted against my will into a top secret government super soldier program. When I reached my fifth year of age, things got a little bit funky.
I came face to face with a band of three super powerful evil mutants known respectively as 'Public School System', 'Color Inside the Lines', and 'Homework'. Public School System threatened to rob me of my identity, Color Inside The Lines broke my crayons and Homework forced me to believe that I could truly appreciate light beer. I battled with them for 12 years and was finally defeated in 1989 when I graduated from high school. In losing, I was forced to walk amid my peers wearing a goofy looking hat with a black dress and to accept the terms of my defeat printed on an expensive piece of embossed toilet paper that Public School System gleefully referred to as a diploma. I found the diploma's cleaning properties to be less effective and much more scratchy then my preferred triple ply charmin, but then again Ive always had sensitive skin. I found myself lost alone and in dire need of training. I was taken in by a group of super elite heroes called the faculty. Under their guidance, I honed my abilities to paint, draw and drink. I quickly came to realize that I would be forever in their debt (mostly because I simply cannot imagine ever having my student loans paid off). Uh, yeah...so anyways.....I repaired the crayons with tape, found my identity under the couch and discovered dark beer.
Life is a whirlwind, quite a bit has happened since then. I got promoted, married, and acquired a bunch of useless material items. Then I lost my job, got divorced and was stripped of said material items.. I spent some time living out of my car, got another job, got promoted again, and eventually remarried....this time, to the right person.
To view some of my artwork and bend your brain cells a bit, go to the gallery at Dark Garden .
INFJ - "Author". Strong drive and enjoyment to help others. Complex personality. 1.5% of total population. ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
Nemesis
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