He came to life one cold December day in a Bronx, New York hospital, or so he was told. It has been widely whispered that a barn hatching was more likely. Or perhaps a materialization from the pages of a novel by Mel Brooksenschlagger titled: A Childhood Goofing-off (for fifty years) explains his existence.

He was educated, but none of his teachers are willing to go on record and admit it. Surprisingly, some of the nonsense he did absorb during the academic period of "The Great Suction" does still reside in his sponge. And he is confident that one day it can be squeezed out if absolutely necessary.

He currently resides at The Dented Cranium Mental Massage Therapy Ward in Hoho, California where he hopes to graduate soon. His tenure there has allowed him to collect endless biographies of his fellow "students" which has produced the many true-story characters in his published scribbling.