When I was in second grade a boy named Richard pointed out that I had a bad word in my name...oh Hell...

    ...I was mortified...


When I was about 10 I decided that I wanted to be a Tractor Trailer...not drive one...but bbeeee one...

        ... weird.


At 17, I wondered one day about Billboards?  I then decided that I wanted to be the guy that puts up Billboards!  I mean who does that, right?!  They just appear!  One day it's an add for a motel, and the next day its for laser surgery!  But you never see the person changing them....I wanted to be that mysterious person.

Now I'm turning 36...I have given up the dream of becoming a truck....I still wonder about the billboards and who that lucky bastard is that gets to put them up (although i must say, I usually imagine the opening to The Carol Burnette Show when I think about that) and I still...have a bad word in my name...I wear that with much more pride however then I did when I was six.