Shell of a Man

Now with 99% less "bow-chicka-wow-wow"…


Welcome to my sad, little web site.

In July of 2006, at the age of 29, I had a rare, brain stem stroke that left me in a condition which is called “locked-in syndrome” (although I recovered about 50% of my head/neck movement early on). I had no risk factors, no warning signs, just BAM. Like someone snapping their fingers. What’s even more rare is that I survived – most people die. The doctors told my family that I was going to die. I didn’t…(or did I)…

My reward? Half a lifetime of indignities and horrors you can’t begin to fathom.

Shame. I would’ve been content with a little cabin in the woods in the Fall. In a reclining chair reading a book. Blanket and cat in my lap. Mug of hot chocolate on the table. A nearby woodstove unnoticably crackling. Helping out family and neighbors.

If you’d like more information, feel free to contact me.

The game of life is hard to play
I’m gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I’ll someday lay
So this is all I have to say