Bruno Tim:

The Man. The Myth. The Legend. The Odor.

1: The Man

Tim Meighan (AKA 'Bruno Tim') was born on the ides of December in 1957. He has two parents, one wife, four and a half brothers (one deceased), one and a half sisters, no children, and no pets. He has been married for a real long time. He comes from a long line of artists, musicians, writers, actors and liars. If he lived any further west he'd be in the Pacific ocean. He once raided the tomb of an ancient persian king with one of his brothers, but nobody was home. He counts in base 9.75 (with good reason). He can sign his name with his right hand. He has a musical saw. Don't bore him.

2: The Myth

Bruno Tim crushes rocks in his bare hands. He holds the secret of longevity, levitation and transmutation. He once stopped a nuclear meltdown armed with no more than a hairpin and a Kleenex. He can drive anything with wheels. He plays over a hundred different instruments. He is sensitive to the troubles of small children and dogs. He is a peruvian prince of ancient splendour caught in a time-space vortex that will consume us all on Friday. (Ah... but which Friday? There's the rub.)

3: The Legend

Born from the union of a beautiful wood-nymph and the god of irony, Bruno Tim began life as a lumberjack in Iowa, but the visitation of a band of angels convinced him to give it all up and become the semi-hemi-demi god of mild confusion. This sort of-half-small divinity is often apparent when he talks.

4: The Odor

(We don't talk about Tim's embarassing personal problem. At least he says 'excuse me' at the appropriate time!)

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