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Somehow, I was born.
Don't ask me how, I've scarce little memory of the event.
Witnesses say that it happened somewhere near Boston in the USA, I've no cause to disbelieve them.
Don't ask me why either, I'm certain that I did nothing to provoke it.
One moment I wasn't, then everything was.
Wide-eyed and still reeling from surprise, I grew up, or increased in mass at any rate; I'm reliably informed that this is to be expected.
As I shot unwittingly from oblivion across this alien landscape I could never fully shake-off the sensation of its profound oddness.
So I write things down and hurl some strangeness back at reality by way of revenge or recompense.
I've always had this habit in various forms, and after studying the Theatrical Arts at university, I decided to see if anyone would be silly enough to pay me for it, and became a professional writer.
Heaven help us all.
When not writing, I drink tea, read, laugh, dabble in political dissidence and ocassionally, try to earn a living.
