That’s me, above.  No, I’m not doing the Dorian Gray thing.  A paparazzo caught me time-traveling back to my frat house to give my younger self a stock tip.  The younger me told all his friends; they started a stampede that drove the stock so high he couldn’t afford to buy. When I got back to my own time, nothing had changed except that messing with the space/time continuum had cost me an inch in height and turned me into a southpaw.    

    For fun I play racquetball and climb tiny mountains in the Caribbean.  I would run into a burning building for my wife (but only if she was in there). I like to daydream––when I was a kid, Mom called me her “absent-minded professor.”  I’ve left some notes around the house saying, “You were always forgetful.”

    After finishing my internship, I walked away from the “Dr. Spruill” thing. I respect those skillful enough to help others cope with the problems in their lives. I figured as a novelist I might help a million people forget their troubles for a few hours. I liked that better than risking that I might spend my life trying to coax a few dozen people into trading their troubles for other troubles. 

    I’m still working on the million. 

   

    Please don’t be alarmed by the ashen-faced fellow below. I’m putting my senior class photo on my website to give it a URL so I can see how Algorithmia does with colorizing it.  If it comes out well, I’ll give their website a plug and show y’all the results.