Ramblin’ Man’s Bio. Born in Tacoma, Washington in 1971 to a rock musician and a cocktail waitress. We moved from Tacoma to Big Bear Lake, California and travelled most of the continental U. S. before I could fully appreciate it. My earliest memories are of the road. Ghost towns and Holiday Inns, coming over mountains and seeing towns laid out below like a thousand jewels. My parents split up after a big “disco” scene. My childhood is full of memories of cocaine, jam sessions, babysitters watching pornos, and that whole wierd time of being a kid in the 1970’s. I was almost 10 when my parents split up. I spent my teens running away, playing in the woods and at the beach, doing drugs, and working on the Ski Slopes. I rebelled as far as I could from my parents. I joined the Marines. I hated it, but was pretty good at it. I was was trained a mortarman, a grunt, and an Air Traffic Controller. I was honorably discharged after four years. Seargent Damitio. I moved to Raleigh, North Carolina and became a student at North Carolina State University. I worked as a bartender. On January 02, 1996 I arrived in Bellingham. I had never been here before. I found a picture of Mount Baker and I knew it was the place I’d been waiting to call home my whole life. I gave away everything in my apartment and drove across country. Once here I lived in my car, then with heroin addicts, then with a poet named Alyssa. I’ve lived all over Bellingham and Fairhaven is the only place I want to be.
Ramblin Man (Bellinghamblin' Man's) Bio
Ramblin Man (Bellinghamblin' Man's…
Ramblin Man (Bellinghamblin' Man's) Bio
Ramblin’ Man’s Bio. Born in Tacoma, Washington in 1971 to a rock musician and a cocktail waitress. We moved from Tacoma to Big Bear Lake, California and travelled most of the continental U. S. before I could fully appreciate it. My earliest memories are of the road. Ghost towns and Holiday Inns, coming over mountains and seeing towns laid out below like a thousand jewels. My parents split up after a big “disco” scene. My childhood is full of memories of cocaine, jam sessions, babysitters watching pornos, and that whole wierd time of being a kid in the 1970’s. I was almost 10 when my parents split up. I spent my teens running away, playing in the woods and at the beach, doing drugs, and working on the Ski Slopes. I rebelled as far as I could from my parents. I joined the Marines. I hated it, but was pretty good at it. I was was trained a mortarman, a grunt, and an Air Traffic Controller. I was honorably discharged after four years. Seargent Damitio. I moved to Raleigh, North Carolina and became a student at North Carolina State University. I worked as a bartender. On January 02, 1996 I arrived in Bellingham. I had never been here before. I found a picture of Mount Baker and I knew it was the place I’d been waiting to call home my whole life. I gave away everything in my apartment and drove across country. Once here I lived in my car, then with heroin addicts, then with a poet named Alyssa. I’ve lived all over Bellingham and Fairhaven is the only place I want to be.