We all grew up somewhere. Did you live in a house? An apartment? At the State Park with your dad? You'd be surprised at all the places people can live... even teenagers.

When I was a 17, I knew a guy who called himself Britain. He lived in a cardboard box in someone's back yard. He would come around the record store where I worked, begging food from us kids who "managed" the shop. I gave him applesauce and soda, and he taught me how to play Blackjack. He had no family... just his friend's yard and some nasty scars from trying to do himself in. Can't remember his real name (Brian? Robert?), but I do remember where he lived.

We all need contact information, and with the Internet(s!) there are a million ways to provide it. This page is just one of the ways you can reach me.

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