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  <name><![CDATA[D CS]]></name>
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  <about><![CDATA[“To be…where I wanna be…”

I didn’t always want to be a writer, but I did always write. The anecdotes of the past are typical, but you’d find my “now” complex. I don’t really read author bios, I don’t expect you to read mine. But I’ll follow the unspoken rule and put something of interest here.

I was born in Alexandria, Virgina the joyous day of November 19th, 1980 (some people celebrate a few days before their birthday. I do the whole month). I get a lot of neat things from my mother, wanderlust is one of them. I graduated high school in Huntersville, North Carolina across the street from cows and shit (I’m not kidding). I attended the great University of North Carolina at Charlotte intent on earning a degree in Political Science and becoming a lawyer. Instead, I had too much fun not going to class and after a year they politely asked me not to return.

My resume is tailored to Records Management, and if I wanted I could make quite the living immersed in converting a corporations paper into a searchable tiff. If you’re in need of one, give me a call. I’ll give you a few hints, maybe doing a brief consultation for you.

The suspected use of marijuana on business premises (no I did not), got me removed from that arena, and I thank the universe for it. I might still be there. I enjoyed unemployment immensely for six months, and plotted to move back to New Orleans. I was here before the hurricane, and I consider it my home. It’s the only environment for me that’s really felt that way. I got here the second time with four hundred dollars, canceled insurance and a car about to get repossessed. Life my friends was good. No, really. It was kick ass. Though I will not do that long ass drive by myself again. Unless I really have too. (This is the road that doesn’t end…)

I think a grand black piano, in a room all by itself is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Yes, I play.

Within the next few months I’ll be attending the American Institute of Holistic Theology and earn a degree in parapsychic science.

I’m not covering everything here. There are gaps in the story. But I’m not going to type all that up here. You get a synopsis. You need to know that writing is what lights me up. I am a very passionate soul, and putting the creations in my head to paper is orgasmic for me. I’ll stay locked in my creative world for hours, days on end, plotting down to the last detail (ask my wife/husband. They’ll tell you). In fact I’m going to go back to it right now. Book 2 of Synarchy is turning out to be a lot of fun. Why don’t you go read Book One. You’ll like it.

Namaste’

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  <title><![CDATA[Synarchy: Book 1: The Awakening]]></title>
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  <published>2008</published>  
  
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