One would think growing up around my family was like Jane Goodall studying chimps. I was born in a brothel /cheese factory. I learned a lot from the woman who bore me. I came screaming into this mindless void in the glorious year of 1972. From a famed 350 lb. Webbed foot prostitute, Who answered to the moniker, "Mookies girl," (still don't know who mookie is) A fine lady who penned her very own 2 cook books, "Fondue for two" & "The 70's is gone but, Fondue lives forever" a truly fine woman. As far as my father, well, he wasn't much but a kaleidoscope of small memories & excerpts of his panchant for bingo hall fights & his hatred of Fondue. I think I turned out, overall, pretty well adjusted. Other than my shrink insisting, im "fixated on revenge" (we'll just see about that) Regardless, thanks for stopping by and watching how i enjoy taking another bite out of my big giant shit sandwich, called life...