Noticing Newbies

Born in Winsted, Connecticut, on Saturday, December 5, 1964 (Leap Year), sometime after midnight during the worst ice storm on record.

My father stayed home with my three siblings, and they cooked hot dogs in the fireplace for dinner because the power was out.

My doctor named me.

Not the pediatrician who delivered me, our family doctor.

I hate writing biographies. I was one of those kids who rode a banana seat bike and watched Saturday morning cartoons and Soul Train. But my mother would never buy any of those sugary cereals for us kids. It was always Special K. Gross. I was a shitty student, and then I met Rock and Roll, and he’s been my lifelong friend. I went to a couple of community colleges but never got a degree. Then, I talked my parents into sending me to film school at the School of Visual Arts, and I left after two years. Then, I spent the next thirty years working in a series of jobs until I got a job as an instructor for Goodwill, teaching the skills employers were looking for. Then I got sidetracked and turned to a solitary life, where I met another friend named Alcohol. I spent 7 years drinking, sitting on the couch, and watching movies and old TV shows. Now, I’m primarily sober and employed as a security professional. My job title says I’m a concierge. Silly to me to call a security guy a concierge, but whatever…