I am a 49-year-old bloated man-child, born and raised in West Virginia by parents who not only had college degrees, but dissimilar DNA sequences as well. I'm a cynical bastard who questions the supposed good in everything. I'm also somewhat of an anomaly among the majority of state residents in that I don't claim to have ever seen and/or touched an angel. I am married to a pretty, smart and talented woman who loves me for my inner beauty. We have two smart and handsome sons, 13 and 15, who make each and every day a lot more fun. Still, every now and then, I can't help but think about those two brothers in Florida who beat their dad to death with a baseball bat while he napped on the couch.
