What to say? I have been with me since 12/26/77, so I don't often think of my bio. These answer questions found on resumes, so I'll start with this. Name is Bacon, Douglas Ray Age is 20 Residence: Clifton Park (Upstate NY posterchild of suburbia) Graduated from a 90210 high school with a headful of useless info, and a general distaste for the "system" (but who didn't?). Went to college in sunny Florida. I didn't appreciate it until I got kicked out after two years. You really don't know a good thing until it's gone. Now I attend a community college. If you've never been to community college, let me paint you the scene. Imagine all the things and people you didn't like in high school. Now take the loathsome things and people from all the area high schools and put them in one central locale. Add the indignity of being a third year college student in a two year school. Bring to a boil and let cool. Serves one. A personal hell. My hobbies basically are: not sitting around, and yet, not going anywhere. Actually, my pastimes are pretty varied. I write, I draw, I listen to as much music as I can get my hands on. I can hold my guitar and make noise. Before that I made noise with a piano, and before that, a violin. I mountain bike, I rock climb. I hike, I camp, I scuba dive. I like to drive my Jeep where you can't take a Honda Civic. I sit in front of computers and don't know what to say about myself. As for my former employments, they sucked. I worked for the Boy Scouts of America as a lifeguard until they blacklisted me. Apparently, they thought I was involved with a 14 year old coworker (I wasn't). They also thought I wasn't doing my job (saving lives must not be what a lifeguard does). I worked at a gas station. There, I learned to hate customer service. I was fired from there because I wasn't perky enough (the day before, I was hit by a car while riding a bicycle). Then, Wal*Mart taught me that managers aren't necessarily sentient beings. I sold cutlery for a day, then I realized I didn't like sales. Then, it was on to various grocery store night jobs. Stocking the same shelves for eight hours grows old (usually after the first ten minutes). Other stuff. I have a brother, Andrew. He is three years younger than I. I can't convey to you how thankful I am that he is my brother. He is a great kid; a great friend. My mother and father are still happily married. Mom is hilarious. She is a cute, little kid at heart, and always will be. Dad is both a father, and a best friend. I respect him more than anyone. I really can't put into words how great my family is. I think I have yammered on enough for now. I left out a lot, but I am not writing a full autobiography here. For all the people I care about that I didn't mention, I still love you, so please forgive me. Anyone can write me at: