Business first, pleasure second.

I would like to apologize to every one that I have terrified with my antics recently.  Yes, my life is a maelstrom of bizarre incidents, but I don't need to put everyone else thru what reality dishes out to me.  So in my deepest most sincere portion of my being, I am sorry for pretending to be married.  It wasn't a funny joke.  Especially after the first marriage.  Got it. Not funny. 

Now, I also want to add that I was able to drum up a little interest finally in this frickin' website.  Its like you have to twist peoples arms into pretzels to get them to read a stupid frickin' 5 minute long passage.  Good God!

And God is good.  I just want to say that I am thankful for reality in all of its glorious being.  Let us not forget that Jesus died on the cross so that we could vote today.  And men and women overseas serving our country are dying so we can vote today....but they don't get to vote.

Chapter two.

Before you can know anything about me, Kent Mitchell, you must first know about my poppers, Karl.  Karl Marcus Aurelius Mitchell was born in the roaring twenties when F. Scott Fitzgerald was all the rage, and little Adolf Hitler was still just a struggling artist in Kuala Lumpur.

He was born of a transplanted Irish man with an untrimmed chest, skin tight jeans, and a penchent for small talk and fast walk.  He was raised in the hills of the Appalachian Feet.  He farmed with his pappy on that bottom land and always knew....something.....essential.

He was a man of vision from the very beginning.  The paper clip was nothing more than a novelty in the post WWII prior to Karl's patent of the dinglequeue.  That is the shape that the paper clip makes, a dinglequeue.

Understanding this new concept set him apart in the budding Information Age, when trees would ultimately propell him into office space lore.

I was conceived on the eve of the Korean War.
My mother is a different story all together.  She was the opium baby of bore of wealthy French Canadian Slovenians.  She was sent to gay Paris to study art with Picasso at the time.

Can you identify the inconsistency thus far?  Pray tell if you do.