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Some time in July of 1988, a troubled Electrolux repairman knocked up a nursing school dropout and nine months later a gooey, thrashing, semi-developed fetus was squeezed into, what we've been told was, a fantastic world. We have been misinformed. After spending some "me time" growing up and getting kicked out of schools in every major metropolis in Canada (Even that really filthy one. You know the one.), he settled in Winnipeg, Manitoba (for the second time) at the age of thirteen. Right away he continued his life-long dream of achieving zero education and making parents, friends, teachers and hockey coaches uncomfortable. Now twenty and finishing high school (Fo' real this time), he hopes to never see anyone from his high school again and get a low-paying civil servant job while writing music, poetry and semi-fictional stories on the side. His future, more likely, will be to marry someone from his old high school, become an alcoholic and spend his time yelling at "those damn kids" to "get the hell off-a mah lawn". Is he for real? For serious? Is he legit? He'll never admit it, except when he is pretending to be someone else writing an AllPoetry bio.