Rembrandt. Beethoven. Schnell. The list ends there. Those are the three names the author can spell from memory without referring to a search engine. Raised by boxcar derelicts and schooled by angry harlots in a soapless village, the author immigrated to America the old fashioned way (Zeppelin) in 1997 and has never looked back-unless to see if his butt looks big in those new skinny jeans. He writes how he lives-using one word per day and on borrowed time.