sparkysb

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Birthday

June 10

Bio

I was born in the wagon of a traveling show. (There's a song that starts like that, I think.) My mother was the Bearded Lady. My father was the guy with full body tattoos--before tattooing became a mainstream trend, folks were still paying to see "oddities". After all, reality television was still years away. If you wanted to be shocked and generally grossed out, you had to seek out little shows like ours. During my childhood, we stopped at libraries, and book fairs, so that I could read my way to an education. I sought the wise and experienced souls we'd run into on the road, asking them unanswerable questions. Eventually, I grew too big to continue traveling with the family--what with the goats and hound dogs taking up a significant amount of space. And I wasn't unusual enough visually to contribute to the family financially. So, I said goodbye to the folks and the beasties, hopped a Trailways bus to the nearest big city and began a journey through a world I'd never seen. Really, I emerged totally formed, fully born, at age eighteen. Everything I encountered was new. My life unfolded before me in ways I could never have imagined. I lived among artists, poets and thieves. Alchemists, botanists, analysts. No one asked me where I was from and I never told anyone. Until now.