History of the Mark, P. I

Welcome to my world.

What do you want to know about me?  Most of it is likely public record anyway, but I can run down the details for those who need help sleeping or just can't stand not knowing something about me.

The nutshell version: I'm 31 (yes, really) as I write this, divorced for almost four years now, and father of two.  I make a living at computer related crap.  Yee-ha.  I like gizmoes, gagdets and electronic toys.  I think a lot and I'm very direct.  I also know how to play that game called "life" but I hate games, I'd rather be up front and not guess about things.  I am a proud graduate of the School of Hard Knocks. I'm a musician at heart and record my original songs at home - not for money or anything like that, just so that I have a permanent record of them for my later years. If something I wrote ever got popular and I could do it for a living that would be great but it's not the motivation.

I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana, in the United States of America at 5:13 a.m. on October 24, 1972.  I don't remember a thing about that city, I never lived there.  When I was but six weeks old my family moved from South Bend to Carmel (in Indiana).  That's where my first memories are from....Eric Pryor, my best friend and next door neighbor, the above-ground pool, the playhouse, the woods and the creek...all very fine memories indeed. Lots of woods around the house and a very pretty place to be. I'm the only one in my family who has never been back to see the house on Wedgewood lane, which is still standing proudly with the playhouse in the back from what I hear.

Somewhere around my fifth year we moved to Parkersburg, West Virginia.  That didn't last too long, as my Dad was a city boy and we really were away from it all there.  Talk about some serious woods to explore.  We had a cool house, and I was the lucky child who got to pick a room first...just so happened that it had a "secret passage" in one of the closets out to the attic in the garage.  Never did go out there much - there was no insulation, and it was hotter than hell in the summer and colder than a polar bear's lair in the winter.

Like I said - that didn't last too long.  After about a year and a half Dad put in for a transfer and we wound up in Cincinnati.  I got here in time for the last few weeks of second grade, when I was eight.  We've been here ever since. For all its boring-ness, Cincinnati is a decent place to live and I enjoy it. We're always the most comfortable with what we know, right?

M y life now is what it is because of my kids, my friends and family.  My friends without kids have no idea what they are missing, all they can see is the trouble it would create.  Had my kids not happened along in my life I would probably still be trying to make it in a rock and roll band, working in pizza places, and contributing very little to society.  I can't say that I have ever regretted any of my life's experiences, although there were times when I wondered how I was going to survive.

Getting divorced was also a hard lesson but a good one. I did a lot of growing up and really discovered my individuality through the process. I won't talk about that experience any more here, if you want to know about it you can ask me questions, but it's not something that I dwell on or that needs to be put on a web page.

Click here to see myself with the ex and the kids (the only picture of her that I will ever post on this website, it's in my past and this is not).

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