Hola; como estas?
That’s pretty much IT for me & Spanish, despite 8 years to date in L.A.
The Gospel According to Bob: I was given up at birth for adoption by my red haired mum by the name of Ferguson at Maine Medical Center, in Portland, Maine. It was May, 1962. I was adopted IMMEDIATELY by Kenneth & Rosalie Drake, of Portland, ME. Kenny got a job as a chemist in Charleston, W.V., & the family moved there. http://www.cityofcharleston.org/. I attended a series of public schools,, disastrously, until landing in http://www.privateschoolreview.com/school_ov/school_id/29330 in 4th grade. I flourished, and went from there to http://www.charlestoncatholic-crw.org/ where my grades were uneven, but I did well enough to earn a BRIEF stint in the http://www.nhs.us/s_nhs/index.asp. I went on to do an undeclared major at http://www.marshall.edu/, where, eventually, I majored in Speech/ Communications/ Theatre. And, he served 2 years as my fraternity colony http://www.sigmanu.com president / commander, during the last of which, my homosexuality was fervently suspected. Following a 1984 trip to L.A., I CAME OUT TO MYSELF, THEN, TO MY FAMILY on the SALLY JEESSY RAPHAEL SHOW. http://www.nytix.com/TVShows/NewYork/SallyJessy/sallyjessy.html . I moved back to L.A. I worked at laeyeworks before landing a job as a reader at Andrews & Robb/Sandra Watt & Associates, literary agents. In 1990, I tired of L.A.; “Y’CAN’T PUT DOWN ROOTS IN SAND” & moved to Baltimore, ostensibly to decompress & further find myself. I picked Baltimore by making a reverse death trip of my favorite author, the same way I found my L.A. apartment. http://www.sc.edu/fitzgerald/chronology.html om- While doing grunt work for a graphic design company, I learned and liked the sound of, St. John’’s College in Annapolis. +http://www.sjca.edu/asp/home.aspx. Despite having no B.A., but by being widely read, and being able to point to a shelf of books & say, “I helped make these” I was provisionally admitted, and graduated with an M.A. in 1993. While at ST. jOHN’S, I met, & fell in love with, Scott, who was at Hopkins, becoming a dr. He graduated, & we moved to Philadelphia, for his job as a radiologist, at H.U.P. LIFE WAS GOOD, but I was bored. In 1998,I travelled to Ireland, because I read writers could live tax-free there. From the onset, I was looking at more than a visit. In early 1998, he received resident alien status there. I planned to live there, full stop. In May of 1998 I met Ciaran Slevin, at@ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_George,_Dublin. I returned to Philadelphia later that year to break up w/Scott. We ended 7 years all friendly like. I wasn’t leaving him for Ciaran; I was leaving him for Ireland.
Then, I went back.
Then, shit happens.
If y’feel like making a tax deductible donation to my rehab, thank you, and please, send a brief e-mail, directing what your funds are to be used for, to go to the “Robert Drake Fund”, at:
