Being (very nearly) 7 years old when star wars arrived in my local cinema i have a severe case of arrested development making me a forty year old child. (sound familiar anyone?) A certified failed musician and artist i scrape a living building green oak houses, barns and bridges for people with more money than sense and dream of the day i can get back to my failed careers (or become an astronaut).
Painting and modifiying star wars buckets, scratch building robots, art, songwriting, avoiding TV
"You must do what you feel is right"