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I grew up in a dirt town that smelled of slaughtered pigs and meth labs. Living on the outskirts of the city-in the countryside- was not so bad, really. I spent much of my early childhood exploring the junkyard/graveyard in the woods behind my house, building hideouts with deadly boobytraps (tested only on dummys, of course), reading books, and watching crappy dubbed off vhs tapes, like the Road Warrier and Dr. Detroit, or tv on the 3 channels we got on a 13" black and white while eating Cinnamin Toast Crunch. I took some piano lessons. I also listened to alot of Motley Crue. Then I got into horror movies and books. I was the awkward wierdo in 7th grade, the semi-popular and cool freak in 8th grade, hated by tweaked out wrestling hicks in 9th grade, and hanging out with punks, burnouts, stoners, freaks. Had my first "paranormal" observation at Mars Hill Church..which is no longer in existence. Moved to Indiana. Took Ativan-Started Socializing. Fell in love. Pregnancy. Abortion. Break-up. Break-down. Hospital. Started feeling better. Join a band-playing guitar. New school...alternative. Speed. Graduation. Re-united with above mentioned lover. College. Classical Guitar. Vincennes. Like Ottumwa. Made a ring. Proposed. Christmas 2001 Engaged. Summer 2002- move to Minneapolis. School for audio recording. Make "best friends" with a sociopath. My fun causes destruction to self and others, mainly the girl that I loved. Oblivious. Manic. I broke up with her. Abruptly, I cause irreparable damage to her (and me- although I didn't know that at the time). 3 months of complete lunacy. Consider going to a Buddhist commune in Arizona to meditate for a year. Instead, decide to walk the Pacific Crest Trail, from Mexico to Canada. Had enough of socializing- sought the other extreme. Prepared. Stopped smoking, ate healthy, excersizing, buying backpacking gear. Plans averted by inability to resist falling for another relationship, failing to recognize the signs etc. Still- had to get outta town. Spring 2003- Told the boss I was leaving for awhile and would probably be back in a couple months. Went down south to Florida, then drove up through the Appalacians, camping out along the way. Rescue a starving beagle, who leads us to a biker named bruce who buys us meals, hotel, and tour guides us along the blue ridge parkway and to the city of Asheville, NC- I become quite attached to the city. 6 weeks later- back in MN. Uncle offers a fulltime volunteer position, stipened, room and board in England. Garage Sale, sold my car. Went to England with girlfriend, met some really cool people, had a great time...cept things not going well in relationship. Job hunt in Brighton for a couple weeks. Finally get hired as chef's assistent at the pub in the hotel i had been staying. An hour later turn the job down after an apiphany. Decide to have last hurrah, and blow the rest of my cash on a trip to Spain. Spain- Fucking Awesome. January '04. Back in MN. Single again. Movedowntown and go to MCTC. Jump on the electroclash bandwagon, form band with sociopath best friend and other Brainerd crew. Lose rehearsal space due to unreliable junkie renter, tension within the group. Falling out with that crew. Life starts getting better for the most part. Meet a girl and become very close friends for a couple months, plan to move to Asheville. She disappears. Plan thwarted. Bitterness ensues. No matter, life was moving along well...and I was finally hanging around positive people, more depth. Did the dating thing for a month or two. Meet Jamie. Cordell and I try to get a twin cities artist collective going. Lack of structure, egos, and classic mistake of brainstorming...doesn't work out. Or maybe it did and we just don't realize it yet. Maybe I'm realizing it now. Winter 2004-05 Mexico, Seasonal Depression as usual, Catcher in the Rye, Taxi Driver. King and I Thai. Spring- finishing up at MCTC. Start "hanging out" with an ex gf- against my better judgement. Fun becomes feelings becomes serious. Psychic vampire. Very unhealthy relationship. Me, Mr. Nice Guy, getting stomped on. Move to North Minneapolis for a few months, then back and forth between places. Land a job as a live-in at a group home for TBI adults. Single again (and happy about it!)Craziness. Stress. Good for school though. Become closer with Jamie, and talks for forming live version of his recording project become a reality by the summertime '06. Move into the Art House. Summer is awesome. Re-unite with a highschool friend from Ottumwa, hang out with her for first time in 6 years. Back to the house. Finally, space to play my Hammond/Leslie! Become obsessed with keyboards. Rig begins to resemble Keith Emerson's- fucking way too much. Band kicks ass, and having the time of my life. Form another band with Cordell and the sax player from my other band- Fall '06. November. Get Sick. Out of Commission. Try to not be obvious...sink into depression. Unknowingly, unwillingly "quit without notice", unemployed, agorophobic, Social Anxiety. lose 10 pounds without realizing it until the other day. Looking forward to Florida.

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