Fact #1:
I used to draw a comic strip for a local newspaper. It was a weekly gig but I’m proud to say there’s only one strip they ever refused to publish. It was a lame joke about the masked murderer from Scream asking for directions to the nearest High School.
Fact #2:
I’ve never had a nosebleed in my life.
Fact #3:
When I was a kid I had a lisp. On top of that I faceplanted in the playground and knocked my front teeth out which didn’t exactly help with speaking properly. I had speech training and it took me about a year to get rid of the lisp. That’s when I started stuttering. It took me another year to get rid of that. I still have a form of stuttering where I will start a sentence again even though I was already halfway through it. I don’t do it all the time but it happens now and then.
Fact #4:
I have no recollection of my first time having sex. None. I know who it was with but I don’t remember anything else, not how I felt leading up to it, during it or afterwards. It probably wasn’t horrible (blocked memory due to PTSD) because the relationship with that girl lasted another few months. It makes me really sad that I would forget something a lot of people consider an important memory.
Fact #5:
Twice I’ve been really close of becoming a paid movie critic. I was 17 when opportunity knocked on my door the first time: A friend of my older brother was working for a radio station and they needed a movie critic. He didn’t know me but my brother must have mentioned me being into movies a lot. Unfortunately I didn’t get the job because I wasn’t 18 yet.
Years later I met someone online who just had put a youth magazine together and was hiring writers. I got the job as “the movie guy” and handed in a couple of reviews and a column. Due to financial problems and writers who couldn’t meet the deadline the whole project fell through and the first issue of the magazine would remain the last. Well, three’s a charm, right? Better luck next time.