MEET - Scott Berger

My story started when I was proudly my mother’s most difficult birth. I was an innocent child for the first year and a half, then my sister was born and I must have felt some sort of neglect or abandonment. I quickly became a problem child constantly refusing to stay within the norm. A young tree climber suddenly emerged from the cocoon of todlerness.

Scraped knees and tattered clothes were a trademark I carried as I insisted on being a dog for nearly six months. Many similar eccentricities plagued my parents until recreational sports started to burn up my energy. Always being the biggest and most athletic as a child I was always the most daring. Then I accidently broke my wrist. Video games and McDonalds then led me down a path of gluttony and slothfulness.

As a fat kid, I quickly learned that the only way to gain acceptance from my peers is to make them laugh. At this point in the timeline I'm a class clown.

Oh man, I left out the stuff about how much I love art and self expression of all forms and that i never felt accepted by any group because people genuinely don’t understand me. Oh well I give up...