Welcome to the carnival

I'm Clint. I've also been known as Buddy, John, Liam, the MacDraiocht, and a host of other aliases and names only some of which are repeatable in polite company. To paraphrase my favourite author, I'm dogged, determined, and probably damned and a whole lot of other things that start with the letter D.

I'm something of an underachiever. A gifted child whofailed highschool for lack of attempt, and then scored the fourth highest score in the state on my GED. I'm a little older now, but no wiser, and trying to get back to school.

I've been published. Twice as an adult, once as a child, and at least one more scheduled to appear in print. My current publisher, Gatehose Gazette, only know me as Clinton L Williams II. So I guess that'll work here too. The poem they are yet to publish is about one of the most amazing women I've ever met, if one reads between the lines.

I'm a bit of a bear of a man, with my friends constantly making the metaphor more and more complex with the retelling. Apparently they all see it. Was a time I thought I was the only one.

I've been ordained as a priest, trained as a Druid, journeyed as a shaman, partook of Santeria, delved into chaos magic, and am a Discordian in my heart. I'm still a Christian. Just of a different sort than you may be. And I'm almost positive the entire universe is an elaborate illusion, and probably digital.

I've been stabbed, threatened, chased, prodded, beaten, choked, drugged, liquored up and cursed with a family history of every damned illness you can imagine, but with mental disorders a specialty.

And I'm a romantic. It's the ocean in me, I believe. Or maybe the Irish. But I'm on a basically unending quest for love. And I've yet to find a girl that I'm postive won't break my heart. But I'm trying.

And I'm my own worst enemy.

And now you're starting to know me.

--Clint