As a young warrior, on one of my first exploits into the wild.
At the tender age of 3, I hold aloft my precious golden sword to lead the charge.
I am accompanied by a friend's dog, appropriately named Thor.
Back home on a normal day, I was drew complicated battle plans in the dirt with a stick and tried to explain my strategies of conquest to any alley cat who might stop and listen.
As yet unframed photos
3 years old - barbarian child in modern times
My love of cats begins early with Tiny, the yard long tomcat
On the NYC subway - 1980's
early 1990's singing onstage
early 1990's glam creature
Welcome to my Nightmare. I think you're gonna like it!
2005 - NY studio watch out for flying cats!
I'm trying to write here, Mister!
Saccharine Overload & Precious Moments Meltdown - my kids - Samiel (left) and Clarice (right)
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