It was the tail-end of the 1980’s. Spandex were being swapped for tie-dye, Salvador Dali dreamt for the last time , and the Berlin wall came tumblin’ down.

Ever eager, Little Randy showed up to the party a bit early - kicking, screaming, and slightly undercooked - while the Sun began its thirty day dance alongside the Twins.

He liked ‘being’ Batman and showed an affinity for the battle of Good vs. Evil. He was known on the playground for returning ‘misplaced’ toys to their rightful owners.

He showed an unparalleled zest for life, and a remarkable curiosity. He filled his days to the brim, and was often found watching The Lion King or Quentin Tarantino - depending on who’s custody he was in.

He traveled to foreign lands. Moved from city to forest and back again. Found love. Lost love. Suffered, and caused suffering.

Fascinated with life and human behavior he immersed himself in the minds of others through literature - exploring perspectives, cultures, subcultures, and countercultures. Then - religions, spiritual teachings, and the world of personal development - in search of an optimal self.

He spent decades searching for who he’s supposed to be, only to find he’d been right here all along.