Growing up, I never really fit in, always the third wheel or unwanted tag-along. An only child with two busy parents. From grades 2-4 i played with my two best friends at the time, we all watched a lot of cartoons (specifically anime) and had vivid imaginations, we would have so much fun. Until they both moved away, and i was alone again. But before too long I wormed my way into a group of athletes, but I was the fat kid so how I thought that of as a good idea I still question.
Regardless my free time was spent on four things
video games
TV
computers
toys
My closest friends were always those toys. I was pretty much Andy from Toy Story. I held all of them closer to my heart than half of my family members. The stories and adventures i would come up with were so long, detailed and imaginative i could have published a series of novels about them. So why didn't I ever write about them? I've never had a way with words, nor artistic talent. All of my fictional writing has been mostly dialogue. Nonetheless the continuing adventures of my toy collection went from obsession to obsession, year after year those guys stuck with me, until I believe 9th grade started. The high school 'big boy' was too grown up to play with toys. But without much surprise, I developed a social life, ever so slowly, and my childhood, which i tried so hard to hold on to, was slipping further and further away from me. and i was okay with it. I am okay with it. but that's not to say there aren't days where i want to dig around in my closet for them again, for both nostalgia, and to escape from the asinine reality.
Comedian
Novelist
Musician
Graphic Novel writer
Film maker
The idea of a 'Normal' job has put me off for so many years. My creativity, social abnormalities and recklessness all stem from my imagination, and for that i thank everyone who has supported my quirkiness.
Well that was COMPLETELY unrelated...