Now playing: Emmy's Theme.
They said I had to write a brief biography for this page.
Don't know how to do a "biography", brief or otherwise. Don't know what to say about myself. What would you say about your own worst enemy? This should be simple, right? Something like, "I am a forty-three year old vampire living in Oklahoma. I work nights and dolls are just another hobby."
Here's another try. I am a product of a late nineteen sixties merger doomed to fail from the get go, before the paint was dry, from the moment she got on the back of his chopper. I grew up mostly in Hollyweird during the seventies and mid eighties. I detached from the parent company—broke the contract (burnt it actually)—in nineteen eighty. I have since branched out four times over. Little ones are big now, and as I write this I am on my way to pick up a daughter whose old man won't stop beating her and worse. Kind of like mine did. Shoot, he still does. It's just that she's too young to have to go through what I went through. Wish me luck. Better yet, take me seriously.
Hobbies include everything. I'm currently working on a sanity project or insanity project, depending on your point of view. I dabble in everything and commit to nothing. My journey has been long and interesting to say the least. A terrible storm blew in, a lot like the one that took Dorothy out of Kansas. It blew and it blew and I currently find myself stranded on the eighth level of Hell also known as southwest Oklahoma. Still don't know whose evil witchy shoes lay beneath my foundation—that remains's a mystery. I do know one thing however; this journey leads to a path that will finally take me home.
Welcome to Lot C.
Forget everything you know about parking your car.
This is different.
This is real!