Too broad a range of wandering can yield a fellow bereft of any expertise. Too narrow a bore cannot pass a bullet. This fellow likes to think he has roamed just the right amount to know the lay of the land while still making adequate time at the forge to craft an effective pistol for hip-shooting the truth. That said, too many years ago, I spent five years wandering through physics, math, biology, chemistry, entomology classes at the University of Florida before realizing that no part of me wanted to work in a laboratory. Despite myself and a blossoming host of dependency issues, I graduated with an English degree and promptly began to write poetry to spark the Spiritual Revolution whilst drinking myself to death. It was the only reasonable thing to do. Fuzzy stumbling carried me through jobs at three gas stations, one McDonald's, a travel agency, a moving company, three stints at door-to-door sales, Waffle House, Asian Restaurant, printing, flea market, stay-at-home dadding and then a six felony night sobered me right up just after I started working in a laboratory. Ten months in prison and five years later, this re covered alcoholic is an expert in chemistry instrumentation. Thus, I humbly submit that this fellow has a wide range of experience and a not subaverage sense of humor. Be there any subject on which a string of tasty words is needed, this fellow tends to scribble delicious.