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Where am I? You sure you want to know? The story of my address is not for the faint of heart. If somebody told you it was a happy tale, if somebody said I was just your average guy, not a care in the world... somebody lied. But let me assure you, this, like any other story worth telling, is all about a girl....
I spent the first 30 years of my life in upstate NY. Syracuse and Albany. "Real" upstate - not that Westchester / Rockland nonsense that everybody from NYC thinks of when they say "upstate". The land of lake effect snowstorms. The transition zone between the East Coast and the Midwest. Then, just before the millenium, I met a girl through the magic of this crazy new thing known as the World Wide Web. She lived in Gotham, though, so there was no way it would get too serious. She couldn't pronounce the letter "R" well enough to leave the city, and there was no way - NO WAY - I was moving there.
Anyway, in the Summer of 2001, I moved down there. Somehow, that's maintained for the nearly 16 years since. So, at some point, I'll have to admit this is home. Queens, NY. Home of Peter Parker. Which brings us full circle to explaining why I chose to open with the paraphrased first paragraph.