Born dead and never expecting to make it past 30, he lived in Tennessee all his life and left from time to time so he could beat his head against the wall as a musician in what would politely be termed "the small time" Daily hoistings on the petard of his conceit taught him nothing till he was 33. Then a gradual unfolding of perspective began that was hastened by circumstance. Using all he had learned in his travels across the United States of America, his Atari 2600 brain began to realize people lie, dead wood rises, "the man" isn't the enemy and being fat, drunk and self destructive is no way to go through life. That aside, he's made it to 44 now and continues to think too much, feel too much and take too much.