Born in Francylvania, I was a shy lad, often deprived of the essentials, such as light and water. But after being abandoned by my parents due to debts incurred playing Go Fish with shady school children, I was left in the mountains and raised by wild goats for the first 6 years of my life. It taught me to love grass. But when the goats wouldn’t care for me anymore due to a conflict over grazing territory, they handed me over to a tribe of remote yet friendly gargoyles. An odd bunch they were, but loving and proud of their traditions.
This is my story, told in comic form. It’s my twisted humor, it’s my genius. What ever happened to modesty… I guess it went out with Madonna, especially after the Sex book. Man, I never lost my appetite so quickly.