In 1990, I crawled out of the swamp alive.  I was raised by a stack

of abandoned Playboy magazines that I found in the woods. 

I'm absolutely feral; I could kill your dog and fuck

the hell out of you in the same series of motions.  Join my site, chat

with me on camera and through my blog, and get to know me

for yourself. 

Please print out all of my pictures and build a

nest out of them in your den or garage.  Fill it with Coronas

and silver dollars, and one evening, you just might meet me there.