I've had quite a strange life, with not much worth reporting... Learned how to draw human forms on Burne Hogarth's books (a big mistake), learned english reading comics -the first,Marvel's New Mutants 79-, read all the comics I could put my hand onto in any of the four languages I currently read, worked as a building construction handworker, drawed some lousy porn illustrations for Edizioni Moderne(an even bigger mistake... never had a chance to get paid), got back to college, got a B-degree in computer science (whit the higher possible evaluation in italian university), finally lose interest in -pretty much, duh- everything and gave up. Spinned into depression, moved to Spain, to a house at one hundred meters from an atlantic beach, started working on getting boozy on saturdays (never did before- other mistake). It's pretty much all.