A long time ago in the fall of 1982, a man by the name of Robert Giovanisci, a big city musician with a small beard and hair that streamed like the Nile and broke off into pieces like the Tigris, packed up his 1972 Gremlin destined for the perfect gig. In his travels he bestowed upon a local watering hole known as "Cherries." He walked in with his keyboard and begged the manager to let him play. After much pleading, tears, and a small skid mark, the manager pulled him up off his knees handed him a hankercheif and said "Fine then." Robert took the stage and kicked his feet in a moment of joy. He climbed, whiched seemed to be a thousand step staircase, up to the performance platform and plugged in his keys and began playing. During his performance of "Funky Town" he noticed a brown hair, brown eye cocktail waitress by the name of Darlene who he later approached. At first she seemed uninterested until Robert pulled out a wade of ones disquise by a fifty dollar bill that he cleverly placed on top. She said she liked his performance and wanted to get a drink after her shift. When 4:00 am rolled around she met him outback by the 2nd dumpster to the left of the concrete stairs. He pulled off his coat and placed it around her shoulders. They walked about a block to another bar named "O'Buckley's Red House Bar & Grill Tavern Cantina," where she carried on with her second job that night. After some talking, drinking, smoking and just a little footsies, she decided right then and there that he was the one. After her 2nd shift, he walked her back to her car. She drove a 1973 cream Volkswagon Beetle, much like the love bug, which is the name they dubbed the car after that night. After some touching which lead to carressing, and finally you know what, Matthew Giovanisci was concieved!

...And I grew up in Williamstown for about 17 years and in Philly for the first 5. Oh and I have two dogs named Coco and Bozwell. And I like spaghetti