Past: Born and raised in a small town in California called Fortuna. Most of my truly formative years were with my Grandparents on an 80 acre farm. Yes I had cattle, chickens, dogs, cats and a crotchety old horse, we'll call Dirty Bastard, just to give an accurate description of equine nastiness he represented. Surprisingly enough, I ended up more geek than cowboy and read voraciously throughout my teens, guess being around enough beer swilling and finger-pulling can do that to a kid.

Ages 16-20 was a delightful blend of hot rods, idiotic behaviour, crazed debauchery, and hazy beer drinking blunders, and irresponsibility, with a floater of adrenaline and confusion just for spice. These unfortunately, were usually chased with shots of harsh reality and cranium bashing against brick walls ( Whoa!!, I don't remember doing that, damn..). At the age of 21, I left the confines of my Redneck Haven (any part of northern California above Sacremanto qualifies really), and escaped to Portland, Or..... and i'm still thankful.