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Born and raised in Brooklyn New York on 8th Av. and 55th street. In between the rising tides of illegal chinese immigrants (no hate to my far east brothers) , and also in a fit of somethign known as "mid life crises", father decided to ship us out to Maine somewhere in the middle of I barely even remember. His hopes of starting a sand paper company (WTF??!1) didn't pan out in the 2nd worst economy in the nation (the beautiful edge and sea shores kinda balance that out, but supposedly the green outweighs that in today's consumerest society). Back to Brooklyn, then to Dirty Jers in 4th grade where i was greeted by the smallest fucking elementary school Christ has ever seen. Began as "Eurkle" (not sure of spelling, but that African American fellow on the famed show i cannot remember.. i know , shame all over me). I had big glasses and a hair first lathered in water and then gel. After earning my rights on the b-ball court I wasn't so fucking terrorized anymore by Sean Cervone and George Anderson (note:: if the napolean complex is proven by anyone, it's those two motherfuckers. george anderson beats the shit out of many people, some in or outside of jail these days i hear). Life was made hell for a couple more years after mother drank sean cervone's lemonade. Middle school was less than Wonder Years memorable, I didn't get the Tacts till eighth grade in which my love life flourished. Crazy public love sessions in the back woods with Stephanie Capano. I had puberty going in the 7th grade but it didn't really kick in till 9th grade where upon finding sexuality, who would have known, i actually developed a personality. Sex(ual things) will fuck someone up like that. I was a mall fuck during Freshman year, picking up chicks with the very prolific Matt Dolansky and others while running from the scourge of the east coast, mall cops. Sophmore year was red bank and watching other people make out with their girlfriends while i made comparitively better conversation with aforementioned girlfriends on later on in the evenings. Junior year was a steady girlfriend, Sara Marie Whipple, which carried on in glorious fashion for quite a while. Diseased with nostalgia for camp days and nights before the inclusion of cars into the teenage life. Misguided and interested in too many things in the College of William and Mary , where the rain keeps us up to our knees and various other influences keep once studious young boys with their hands full of (im)moral things to accomplish.