I was born with a full set of teeth in a motel room outside of St. Paul.  After that, things got weird...

I'd tell you all about it, but half of you'd think I was complaining and the other half would think I was bragging.  I could suffer the former, but braggarts should be locked away along with meter maids and gym teachers. The important thing to know is that it all led to me being an artist.  Well hell, we're all artists in my opinion, at something or other--I already don't like the tone I'm taking here. Just buzz around the site and drop me a line if you'd like to talk about it.