I was born at a very young age. I left home, eventually, only to become quite distressed at the extent to which objects are indeed larger and closer than they appear in the rear view mirror. Somehow I survived and have remained underwhelmed and ennuied ever since. Besides that I believe the future starts tomorrow and the past is yesterday's news...I'd rather be here now than there then, but I can't begin to explain why...just take my word for it, ok? I am a survivor of pre-traumatic press disorder , but still shudder slightly at the thought of wrinkles in the space time continuim. I'm not really sure about the existance of god, but pretty sure he thinks I'm an illusion. I am just the right height for the length of my legs and would be the perfect weight if only I were eight feet tall or on a much smaller planet. All my original limbs and digits remain intact. Women find me resistible and generally crouching in the bushes out by the garage. I love life, but it just wanted to remain friends. I am now, have always been and shall forever remain a proud Massachusetts liberal, if you can't dig that then, well, I don't know really...I know only that I'm really hungry and I've said too much already...it's BACON TIME!
