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Against my better judgment, I entered this world in January of 1963. In
retrospect, I suppose I should have made a better decision, but I was young and foolish at the time.
Mater and pater, having considered Paris, Milan, and Monaco, finally established domesticity
in Bayonne, New Jersey. I was immediately enrolled in P.S.#3, where I was schooled in etiquette, grammar, and the gentle art
of "minding your own freakin' business".
Early
in my life, I decided to eschew reality. Instead, I created my own fantasy world. Ironically enough, it looked just like Bayonne,
New Jersey. Soon after, I traded in the hurly-burly of gotham
for a more suburban experience. I essayed to raise soybeans. Having failed at that, I decided to raise children instead. They
are more resilient to frost and you don't have to water them as often.
I also have the most beautiful woman in my life. Please don't tell my wife though. She'll kill me.
I currently work in a huge cube of black ice where
I make my living as a dancing bear. That statement, while not true, is certainly accurate.
In my spare time, I'm
a writer, a musician, and a party guest who arrives late and refuses to leave.
---Neal
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Deep Thought
"I'm liberated by the fact that, one million years from now,
none of this is going to matter very much."
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