When I was born it was at night. I assume it was at a hospital because I’ve yet to hear one of those horror stories that people tell about squirting some bloody child out onto a backseat/kitchen table/plastic swimming pool. So I guess that I was born away from home. I don’t know what that says about me – maybe nothing – but I wish that it did.

I spent a few years doing the school things and a few more years doing the wandering thing. I never made it much farther than Asheville. Played in a band with a very nineties name, which was okay back then because it was the nineties. I played in another band that still plays shows and played in another band that has a dead drummer now. I am still sad about that.

I spent a few more years drinking, hooking up with girls and even married the wrong girl. It was messy, it was painful and I’m a better person for having done it. I’m still missing a few CDs and a Justice League DVD set out of the deal.

Now I write The Bugg Blog and freelance. The freelance stuff comes and goes. Sometimes it’s a lot, sometimes I eat rice. I work a humiliating day job. Sometimes I quit the day job and find an equally humiliating day job. But I come home to the Bugg Blog. Sometimes it’s all I need. Dreams disappoint and turn into lies if they don’t come true. This blog isn’t a lie.

I have a wife. I have a bad rental home. I have two dogs. I have four cats. No kids. No religion. Clinical depression. I have a good life. It could be better, but it was a lot worse. This is my blog. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

That is who I am, sort of. There’s more about me to know, but this is all I feel like disclosing at this time. Maybe if I get superpowers or something I will expound upon myself in this space. Probably not.