DoomFanatic
About me? It's difficult to sum myself up in one document. As human beings, we are a cyclone -- a tornado! -- of emotions and acheivements, of boundaries and failures; needless to say, to try to explain those details in a few paragraphs is a difficult task.
But, although a difficult task, I will start from the beginning. I was born on a Saturday evening in July -- the year was 1984, a year that many people have idolized in music and film -- during an unrelenting thunderstorm. The devil was beating his wife, God was burning ants with a magnifying glass, and I, in my naked splendor, was being smacked on the bottom by a physician wearing a mask. Though I'm sure this was a traumatic experience for me, the nurses that aided the physician were wearing short skirts, so I suppose both the good and the bad ultimately even themselves out.
My first five years of life were eventful. I spent many years in foster care, surrounded by cruel-hearted beings, before I was ultimately adopted by my uncle and his wife. My uncle was a good man who taught me many things -- he taught me how to love, he taught me the difference between an imported beer and a domestic beer. Sadly, he passed away when I was five, and I then moved from Knoxville to Nashville.
I then spent the next ten years following my aspiration of selling lemonade out of the back of a van. Surprisingly, I only had two customers during those ten years, both of them being myself. Ultimately, I decided to be a writer and poet; I was inspired by nature and human suffering, of ordinary people overcoming that suffering and acheiving their goals and finding hope in hopeless situations. It's these people that I admire most.
Now that I'm older -- and growing hair in unusual places -- I've come to know the true meaning of life. I've found wisdom in silence and silence in noise, color in darkness and darkness in light. I want to thank you for taking the time to read my words, however futile they may be -- and I do hope you'll also take the time to read my posts.

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