1 Eyed Monkey (ePub)

I was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. There was a rumor I was raised by gypsies, but I don’t believe it. I also do not believe I am the child of circus clowns, but hey that’s what my father told me. At least I think that was my father. It could have actually been the old drunk down the street. I then made my way to Bowling Green, Ohio where I managed to avoid the man. I attended Bowling Green State University and received high marks. I can’t discuss what topics I received those marks in, but does it really matter? Let’s just say I was quite the smarty-pants. I lived there for a great deal of time, seven years to be exact and then I headed for the mountains of Montana. Unfortunately, I ended up in the wheat fields of Great Falls. It wasn’t much different from Ohio, except that it was Montana. I attended another University there, but who cares? More recently I find myself in Missoula. Somehow I’ve managed to continue doing things half-assed, yet quite well. For example, I’ve been with the same wonderful, sexy woman for nearly a decade, and she doesn’t hate me. At least that’s what I’m told. I could go into my favorite writers, but why? I should be the only writer you read. Now bow down to me. Or don’t. It’s really up to you. It will hurt my feelings though. I give credit to all those who deserve it in the acknowledgements. This, of course, would include all of my influences. I would have to say though, the greatest influence on my writing would have to be my friends. Let’s not forget the value of good, old fashioned people watching as well. I love watching the other inmates. So, as I sit here in Missoula, Montana I wish you well and hope you enjoy the simple renderings of a mad man.