First Entry

I was born, in the year of our Lord- 1983, unto my pirate mother and forger father. They didn't know what the heck to do with me, so they named me Stefan and fostered me to be the most decent snake peddler that Podunk had ever seen. I quickly left that humdrum life and by correspondence course became a horse. I swaggered across Lemuria for a while, got mixed up with some black market ostriches, and in one fatal mescaline-fueled night broke in to the sausage factory. I lived beneath the mixing vat, feeding on raw sausage spills for 37 odd years.

I am not an habitual liar, but I do dislike writing inane stuff such as my own biography.

This site has been under construction for about one crazy week. It will remain so for some time still. Meanwhile, please browse and enjoy, and give me a holler if you're up for it.