Once upon a time, there lived a little boy. He was a clean-cut meticulous young character, that respected people and things. He journey out of the box, to do some snow shoveling at nine years old. He traded a disabled person, for shoveling; a ten gallon aquarium and some assorted tropical fish. He would trade back duck weed for fish food and fishes, and oddments. A very industrious young fellow, that later at eleven years old, became one of thee original breeders of the red-tailed guppy. Still not satisfied, he took on a few newspaper routes from ten to 12 years of age. At about eleven years old, his parents divorced, and saddened his dreams of normal family life. Then at thirteen years of age he met a friend that had divorced parents too, and came back out of his shell. He wanted to do better than his parents and not fail at love. At sixteen, he had his real first girlfriend and at seventeen, the relationship failed and broke his young heart.. he was now like his parents, a failure in puppy love.

Being born on the same day a John the Baptist, was a help to true love, but also a detriment in finding life too serious, like his father's disciplines. Now he is 51 years old, and still looking for that elusive "perfect" mate. Abraham Lincoln, Vincent VanGogh and Ted Turner, had similar issues with women, and that it was biblically a one shot deal. I haven't given up hope yet in this disease and divorce infested world. I'm painting my way to success, with sponsoring super models. My mom was a model and off-broadway actress, that she taught me that women in career choices get thrown out to pasture and left high and dry. So I became a philanthropist of sorts of super model, in the guise of portraiture painting, that I hope will be worth millions of dollars someday for the models to fall back on, and for the Iraqi War Effort Fund. I have over seven hundred artworks to my credit in 14 years, and Harlem NY. has the greatest collection of my artworks

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