I’m a survivor, we’re a dying breed.

Life…you could say it started when I was a kid. Like most folks I’ve always been different but, not like the others.

Powers are for the weak. I have no powers. I mean, unless you count the power to blow minds with my weapons grade philosophical insights. I’m a thoughtocoster. I’m the conundrummer, in a band, called life puzzler. Hell I’ve flipped more lids than a monkey, in a soup kitchen, of the mind!