It was a day like many others in Pontiac, Michigan. But on August 18, 1976, Tommy Lee was born and all the people of apartment #104 celebrated.

As an infant, I had shown early signs of enormous promise. The ability to crawl faster than all other babies of non-African descent. Extraordinary faith in God's providence through my daily fasting of all Gerber products. And the stamina and endurance it takes to succeed with my frequent all nighters. 24 years later.

The promise is still strong and present. But more importantly, the direction is just coming into focus. Stay tuned for more because right now, I'm just living. Better than most, good as some.

If you want to know a little bit more about my history, check out my resume. The resume is apparently the one document you never think is good enough. Mine definitely isn't, but hey, I'm just getting started.