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Against my better judgment, I entered this world in January of 1963. In retrospect, I suppose I should have made a better decision, but I was young and foolish at the time. Mater and pater, having considered Paris, Milan, and Monaco, finally established domesticity in Bayonne, New Jersey. I was immediately enrolled in P.S.#3, where I was schooled in etiquette, grammar, and the gentle art of "minding your own freakin' business". Early in my life, I decided to eschew reality. Instead, I created my own fantasy world. Ironically enough, it looked just like Bayonne, New Jersey. Soon after, I traded in the hurly-burly of gotham for a more suburban experience. I essayed to raise soybeans. Having failed at that, I decided to raise children instead. They are more resilient to frost and you don't have to water them as often. I also have the most beautiful woman in my life. Please don't tell my wife though. She'll kill me. I currently work in a huge cube of black ice where I make my living as a dancing bear. That statement, while not true, is certainly accurate. In my spare time, I'm a writer, a musician, and a party guest who arrives late and refuses to leave. Thank you, gentle reader, for taking the time to visit. Much love, -Neal |
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