The above question, is just silly. You, like me, probably wear several different hats depending whom you’re around, or what season of your life you’re in.

When asked “what do you do?” I used to always try to logic my way into creating a succinct answer for people.

I was exactly six years old. By that, I mean it was my 6th birthday.
I woke up to a small box, about the size of a cereal box on my chest. I guess I was a back sleeper back then, nowadays I’m more of an on-my-side-kinda-guy, but I digress…

As I peeled my winkers open, I vividly remember seeing this wonderfully mysterious package, all wrapped in gift paper, sitting just beneath my sternum. I sat up, the package slid down onto my thighs. I dove right in. What delayed gratification? Gimme a break. I was SIX.

I’m sitting at my house in Niagara Falls, Ontario. The slight panic is setting in, I can’t help but feeling like…