Yearbook Entry: Tumor was born in New York City. It was a lousy rainy day when he took his first breath of polluted New York air. So for him, it is a pain in his six o'clock to live here in Wichita Falls, which is not the end of the world, but you can see it from here. He is scraping his living in a ramshackled double-wide with three dubious guys and a dog (he owns one-third of this flea market), and everytime I visited him, he was saying, "I give you twenty bucks and you own the dog!" Every party has the same ending. He sleeps until four o'clock the next afternoon, and when somebody speaks aloud the magic word "party" during the next four days, his face turns green again. He is very helpful, and he always has a smile on his face; even at four o'clock in the morning. So all together, "Thaaaaaanks Tumor" for the good times we had together.