While I hope to get a book out of my life story, at the tender age of 24 (and I mean tender in the most I'm-already-an-arthritic-old-man way possible) I think a couple of paragraphs should suffice. My interest in writing stems from the fact that I like to read, but I never put enough time into either preferring to waste my time at other less noble pursuits. Those pursuits have gone from farming to sport to drinking and on to being American.
I grew up in Ireland on a farm. I was left to run the farm for a week when I was in fourth class and managed to deliver a healthy calf having stayed up all night with the cow. I left to herd the rest of the cattle only to come back and find that the new calf's twin was stillborn. It was my most crushing disappointment.
When I was 18, I had the world at my feet captaining both my school Senior team and my club Minor team in the same year. Then college happened in every way. I drank regularly and heavily, blew out my knee playing football and watched a silly amount of Deal or no Deal. To this day I am still unsure which one was more detrimental to my life.
I fell in love, moved to America over an extended period of time, put on some more weight and got engaged before the baldness and grey hairs took over. Now I try to write what I can about what I know. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's very funny. If you don't find it funny, then you are not in on the joke. Once or twice it has been serious but only on very special occasions.