‘I’m so cool, I want to date myself, but I can’t figure out how!’
Son of Hephaestus who grew up around grease monkeys and power tools. Mom used to joke that my first pacifier was a lug wrench!
I’ve been told I look like a ‘Latino Santa’s elf’ (nice!), with my curly black hair, pointy ears, babyish face and mischievous smile which they say tells them I should not be trusted around matches or sharp objects
OK, so I’m not the biggest or the strongest kid. I’ve survived in tough neighbourhoods, tough schools, and tough foster homes by using my wits. I learned early that if you cracked jokes and pretended you weren’t scared, you usually didn’t get beaten up
An army jacket with pockets bursting with nuts, bolts and pipe cleaners
Morse code, flying dragons, running away from people, cracking jokes and not fitting in. . .
Designing and building with my cabin 9 bunkmates. I like to keep my hands busy at all times. Fiddling with gears and levers helps calm my nerves
Rattle snakes, psychotic babysitters, the cold and Aunt Rosa in her nightgown
Dragon-flying, building, drawing, cooking
Pepper and beef tacos with chips and salsa
Single, although I fall in love with every girl I see, as long as she is totally out of my league!
A leather tool belt that produces anything from hammers to kleenex and rolls of duct tape