I am a fountain pen.
My sister was an only child. I put a stop to that. However, the situation never improved. I lived in the Bronx. What I did in Providence RI starting from age ten constituted some other state of being until I could leave, at age 17. I have never really been back. Today, a rabbi lives in our old house. Enough said.
I was educated, but this has always been a poor defense. Of the several schools I attended for higher education, which I think is a reference to when I started using marijuana as a recreational drug, I remember Bryn Mawr most fondly. I esteem it higher than either of the other institutions in which I was enrolled, which I will not name, and that includes Boston University and Harvard University.
I worked my entire life as someone of adult stature (I attained my present height at age 17), first to afford music recordings and then recreational drugs and finally, and for a prolonged period, as a living. I did OK. Not great.
I like words a lot. I use them a lot, and as often as I can.
I love my wife beyond my capacity to describe.
I expect everyone who gets this far reading this to do everything in their capacity to the limits of the time they can allow to make me famous.
What? There's something else? This isn't all about me?