It all began in the early 60s.  I was born on the Southside of the port city of Saint John.

Mama found early on, that I had a knack for knowledge.

Here's my junior high, grad picture.
Too much schooling made my brain expand.

This made me top heavy and I found it necessary to hire an assistant to hold my head up.
An operation later and I found that my brains fit much better.

Unfortunately it was too late to keep my eyes from popping out.

My doctor prescribed lots of beer and eventually my vision cleared.
Many beers later and I managed to get my first job, keeping lawn chairs from falling over.

Little did they know, but it was the lawn chair keeping me from falling over.
With my first paycheck, I went out and bought a guitar.

The cabin folks said, I did good at keeping the bears away.
Years of practice and I managed to get good enough for my electric.

Too bad my neighbours won't let me turn the amp on.
Fame, fourtune, excess, I had it all.

Several years on the road, and I found I had enough.

Time to get back to the books.
Study, study, study.

I managed to get a doctorate of everything at the maritime school of science-stuff.

It sucked having to wear a tie to class every day.
After getting my second Nobel award, I decided to take some time off for relaxation.
My brother introduced me to the finer pleasures of sports and beer.

Wow, what a wicked combination!
Boxing too.
Hockey was fun
Or three or four.
I managed to pull off an award or two.
Mama always said, the sky's the limit, boy was she wrong.
Well, it was all fun.

Time to reflect on it all and decide where to go from here.
I know!

Let's build a giant LASER beam and take over the world.

Right Mr Bigglesworth.

Woohaahaahaa!
OK!
Maybe it's not ALL true.
But if my little bio helped brighten your otherwise blue day, then I HAVE been a huge success.
Let's keep it nutty!
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