I did the math; most likely, it was the combination of barbeque and alcohol of the 1974 Fourth of July weekend that brought me into this world. I'll be damned if anything less than barbeque and beer take me out of it.
Growing up in a small town like Houston, Texas wasn't easy. Nonetheless, I survived, thrived, passed on my genes, and got a job. Today, I work as a technician. It's hard work, but good work. And, like ditch digging, there's not much to take home with you. I think that's the best part.
While I've yet to paint my Sistene Chaple, invent my lightbulb, or ravish a continent and rule it with an iron fist, I have been a radio DJ for over 10 years, got 19,475 people to vote for me in a city election, and had an art gallery for almost a year. Plus, I saved a lot of money on my auto insurance (by not buying any for the last year).
