The author was born in Jersey City, New Jersey, in 1957. And this became the first of the Forty Towns he would eventually inhabit during the course of his lifetime. From Manhattan to Brielle, NJ, the author traveled along never finding himself at home anywhere. They all felt like bus stops, train stations, or terminals that he'd be leaving from again as soon as he was settled enough to become unsettled again. Nothing felt permanent and this turned out to be true for the author who was never at home his entire life until this very moment after having met Grace who offered him a final resting place. Born of Irish descent the author recognized early on that it wasn't easy being Irish and embraces that fully knowing that the only thing that an Irishman can do is have a go at it. Make a grand job of it. Realizing this led the author to discover that he was wired different and this became "the mysterious gifts of injury" to which the book is dedicated and is believed by him to be the source of his creativity. It's true, and the songwriter, poet, comedian and man about the frown was bounced between the depths of tragedy and the heights of comedy where the wisdom of the words were broken loose and he began to write them down. He was also thrown down the tracks while being laughed at and was arrested for being too invested in finding the right words for his "Folk You" guitar, and this is what some would call the paying of dues. Now after having written hundreds of songs and even more poems along with many comedy bits, the author of all this has been able to weave it all together and this is that book and that book was written by Nobody.
