James Stanton:  

Life After being "asked" to leave High School in my senior year, I went to work as a "Ceramic Quality Control Engineer", and later worked my way up to fry cook for a local mom & pop restaurant in Madison. I soon went on to become "Lead Fryer Operations Technician", but unfortunately lost that job after disappearing for a week, in what was later found to be a blur of psilocybin, tequila, and aural self-abuse that involved an oddly talented wood chuck named Dixon, an old Indian Medicine Man, and a stereo with a blown left speaker, (which is why I never made it as a guitarist as I only learned half of the rhythm parts). The Medicine Man still wonders the northern woods of Wisconsin, and Dixon disappeared in a haze of alcohol, though I recently learned of his demise. Anyway, Dixon wrecked a car, and I told the cops I was driving, which kinda upset local law enforcement. Who would have thought they’d get so upset, but the ensuing arrest led to me being forced to get my G.E.D., as well as working with the elderly. The latter led to the re-assessment of the Community Services assignments doled out by the local courts system, though those folks seemed have fun and left with a smile. Retreating back to Northern Wisconsin under the guise of helping my Mom out, I returned to my learned profession. There I met the only woman capable of consuming enough alcohol, (without dying), to have sex with me and later bear my two wonderful daughters. In the alcoholic haze that led to these events, I was tricked into moving to a "quaint fishing village", (that's what it said in the brochures), in America’s Wang. I continued my profession, now to the level of Lead Grill & Fryer Technician. A mid-life crisis, along with encouragement from a great friend, sent me to a local technical college, where I became a Certified Computer Electronics Techni...Expand for more