I was born a poor black… and white TV watching white child. In pigmented fact, I’m so white, that even the -asian in my Caucasian is light skinned and prone to melanoma. Mr. Presley has entered the building. I’m Sean Presley. Related? No. Elated? Yes. It’s a cool surname that I’m trying to live up to. Thank you very much. I was born in So-Cal and reside in No-Cal, So-No, I’m not well traveled; but through the books I’ve read, the life I’ve lead, and my dance with death, I’ve traversed heaven, hell, bed bath and beyond. I’m agnostic but I dabble in nihilism and occasionally beg alleged Gods. I’m also a Scorpio who enjoys long walks on the beach and short walks to restrooms.
Once upon a time I was... an arteest!
My dad and I carved more wood,
Than a woodchuck could ever chuck,
From carousel horses,
To giraffe and wooden wood ducks,
But my ship has big-C sailed,
To this all-I-do-is-write harbor,
This ode to my once upon a time,
Look and see, I used to be a woodcarver.
That’s right, I survived colon cancer, at age 41 no less, and no more; and all I got was this stupid T-shirt… is what I’d say if I’d gotten a stupid T-shirt. All I really got was this borderline insane desire to be writing new material at all times. Before a wall gets built on that borderline, ahem, my goal is to write a billion and forty-three novels, and a few million more songs and comedy routines in my spare time. When I fall into the well-worth-it juuust short of that goal, well, I’ll know it was a worthy pursuit.
Peace in… unless yours is an outie.
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