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I was born in the Mystical Asian land of Pittsburgh, PA. My Mother was a nursing student looking for a cure for assholism when she met my Father, a Taiwanese swinger with a weakness for expensive scotch (and nurses) and a fierce love for the Boston Celtics.

Driven north by the great eclair famine of 1970, They arrived in Brighton, where as a toddler I realized the importance of diapers and John Havlechick. We then slowly migrated west. We first explored the various Newtons (Newtonville, West Newton) before entrenching ourselves in the pre-yuppie Natick, MA.

It was here I discovered the Joys of Led Zeppelin, Rush, and all that enhances the listening experience. After pissing off a long line of Vice-Principals in the Natick School system, they surprisingly gave me a high school diploma and told me to never return.

I was then free to choose among the finest learning institutions money could buy: UCLA, Emerson, Princeton, UMASS. But alas, my gigantic intelect was too much for these pathetic institutions to handle. So I chose the cheapest and easiest Massachusetts state college to advance my ambitions... North Adams State College. I apparently f@#*%d up the place so bad they had to change their name.

After college I traveled to a place where a young man could make something truly great out of himself... Richmond, VA (actually, a dude tripping on mushrooms told me it was a cool place to live). I learned two things in Richmond: People hate northeners and pork tastes better below the Mason-Dixon line.

When my cholesterol level had reached its zenith, I came back home to Massachusetts where I learned that while I was away, the price of a studio apartment in Brighton had increased 10 fold.

So like my father before me I traveled west until I could find a place I could afford. Worcester, the birthplace of the smiley face logo and barbed wire. Good times! I then bribed and blackmailed my way into a job at WAAF. Listen to me make a complete ass out of myself Monday through Friday 10am- 3pm.