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I am a decent person with an extremely sketchy past. I only look good enough to make most people think I'm stupid, but I have to get by on my brains these days and not my large... feet.
Speaking of climbing above the clouds:

I recently wrote and published my first novel. It's called Why I Committed Suicide and it's a semi-memoir of my life from about 15 years ago. My novel is intended ONLY for people who have experienced (or want to experience) the nitty-gritty of life and can relate to the chaos and aftermath of extreme experiences. It's real. It's intense. It's the stuff even your best friend won't tell you from his or her past. You won't be able to put it down until you've taken in the content of each and every page. It's funny and dramatic and full of dirty laundry. If you get a chance to check it out, please e-mail me and let me know what you thought.
I am working on the sequel now, hiding away in the woods and away from pollution & raising my son.