Dana Huse (1955 - so far, so good) was born in Hoboken, New Jersey to two parents, grew up in various cities across the country but mainly in Huntsville, AL and moved to California in 1978. He had a career doing things with computers. He's working on winning any award for any accomplishment.
He gets along well with his parents, who are both dead.
He lives in Ventura, CA, which is a pretty cool place to live.
Interesting things happen to him, which he writes about. He's building a collection, so keep checking his list of books. Right now he's going for short, humorous fiction because most of his life happens in short, funny chunks.
A student 'experimental' live theater production. I'm to play a gay caveman in almost no costume at all. It was all too much, but I couldn't get out of it without failing acting class. So it's over-the-top I go. Moses calms the situation by speaking from his toilet. I repeat, it was all too muchl.
Closing Night, Thank God
The costumer handed me a bundle of cloth ... a small bundle. I unrolled the outer part, which was oval, sort-of rubbery/dirty white on one side and hairy/dark brown on the other, mostly made of polyester. In the middle was a hole. Puzzling. I recognized it finally – it was an ugly brown-ish-y bathroom rug with a hole in the center - for my head. The larger portion hung in front, the lesser in back which left both sides completely open.