When I was born, my mother told me I was calm and curious. I didn't cry, I just looked around. Well, that was the last day I was ever calm. But after thirty some years of being a manically overeager half-wit, I found booze. With the help of booze, I am now an almost mellow full-wit. I have just finished my third novel, and despite the fact that the first two were horrible (the writing was fantastic, but the stories were weak) the third will be an international best seller on par with JK Rowling, Dan Brown or Dean Koontz. But since I am only here to lurk, please ignore me. I am much more comfortable when I go unnoticed.