It's been a hot minute since I was that wide eyed kid touching my toes down on Canadian soil for the first time over 40 years ago. My parents risked it all to escape the shores of Viet Nam with my sisters and I after the war; braving stormy waters, pirates, the refugee camp, and a massive case of "What Are We To Do Now?"

I will forever be that little kid, readily available to be wisked away on adventures larger than I can possibly fathom; a pretzel bender who wishes he was a fish. With comfy sneakers, tunes, and no destination I stroll on forever. Life has its soundtrack that keeps your steps moving to a beat, except I walk to a rhythm that has been compared to crab crawl across a corduroy beach. I've meandered through 2 degrees; across time zones, equators and meridians, sometimes without the foggiest as to where I'm going. I figure you can't be lost or late if you don't have anywhere to be.

I like art, ideas, hate onions and currently run Leaking Faucet Studio.