My life is a true coming of age story. As a kid, I grew up reading encylopedias, netting butterflies, and dreaming about the scientific discoveries I would one day make. Meanwhile my dad, Giuseppe A. Rukkus, worked as a groundskeeper which made me ashamed of him. Because of my small stature, poor eyesight, and greasy hair, I got harassed frequently by jocks in school. In order to win the jocks' respect and get the attention of a girl named Maggie, I unwisely decided to try out for the high school football team.
Wait a minute.... my life story sounds an awful lot like the storyline from the 1986 movie, "Lucas."
In reality I'd like to become a writer someday, and make a living doing it. I do realize that this means I will have to find a job in the meantime to support my little hobby. Make way, mom and dad! I'm moving into the basement...
Although most folks would consider me bright, whimsical, honest, I'm sometimes too direct but just wish people would use their damn head more. I possess the soul of a crusty old man. You can go ahead and say that I'm an asshole, and that's okay. So it goes (copyright Kurt Vonnegut).
Whenever I write stories, I always like to keep one thing in mind: whether you're an optimist or a pessimist, you've always got to be a realist.
I'm talking to you, hippie!
I enjoy intelligent conversation, shining my boots, talking back to the TV, and slowly sipping Kool-Aid on a hot summer's day. I also really like gyros. In fact, lately I've been on a quest to find the greatest gyro ever. The last one I had was made by a carnie in a travel trailer at the local county fair. It wasn't quite as good as the one I had out of a van in downtown Kansas City, which was served to me by angry Muslims who gave me several tongue lashes in Farsi, but I'm not sure if the carnies were using the freshest of ingredients.
So anyways, I like to write stories and hopefully you enjoy reading them.
Sincerely,
Mike D. ( the non-Beastie Boy Mike D.)
