Brandon Lee

A survivor of Southern California, of sound mind, heart and soul - most of the time that is - has ducked tape his room, ceiling to floor, windows too (but they have the red tape). The fear of domesticated cats roaming in packs of four or more like the animal kingdom version of the street gang keeps him within well lit pathways, and out of most alleys. Paranoia is only paranoia when it is against human kind, and their reality. But what moves about in the dark, underneath the surface is something new altogether. Then, paranoia becomes mandate.

Oh, he is also in two cooking classes, and reads to the elderly.