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Conceived under cover of a highwire net by an amputee acrobat and a dung collector in a third rate traveling circus, I was born to a life of luxury (cotton candy pillows on my bed of peanuts). Life in a traveling circus gave me street smarts at a very young age. I learned, for example, that the wrong side of one tracks is often the right side of the next. While still an impressionable child of America, I found, one fateful day, Diamond Jim lounging in a garbage dump licking an empty box of Chips Ahoy cookies and sucking on the dry nipple of a discarded baby bottle. He was so cute, I had to raise him as my own. Together we had many great adventures, but eventually broke from our life on the road to set upon the pursuit of much more mundane things... And the rest, as they say, is history...