Mr. Alva J. Roberts of The Guy Who Wrote That Thing fame, in his nigh-infinite wisdom, named me in something called the Creative Writer Blogger Award. Why he would do such a thing? I wish I knew. I could ask, I suppose. Or I could just go with it.
Part 1: I have to supply 6 funky lies and 1 weird truth, or 6 weird truths and 1 funky lie and it's up to you, dear reader, to figure it out.
Part 2: I have to nominate 5 more victims.
My Part 1:
I was spotted in San Diego and Honolulu at the same time.
When I was 32, my mother accidentally told me I was adopted.
I once jumped out of a perfectly good airplane.
I was surrounded by cops in Libertyville IL for carrying an automatic weapon at a bus stop.
I was spokesman for Cline's Boiled Peanuts from 1995-1996.
I used hypnosis to improve a client's aim in archery.
As a child, after a particularly bad nose bleed, I briefly forgot how to smile.
My Part 2: (My apologies. I blame my newness to the blogging world. And hamsters.)