Raised way further north of the Mason-Dixon line and on a high fiber diet of Molsons and hockey sticks by a pack of ravenous wolves, I spent most of my time trying to find ski bunnies to keep the igloo warm. Transplanted to various parts of the USA in my hellish afterlife, I am settled in Connecticut where I am connected to the internet by ESP, so occasionally my personal thoughts spill out all over the place.