BUILDER, TAKER-DOWNER, NINCOMPOOP
Mike T. Cole is so country he wasn't raised; he was reared. One day, he left his wilderness playground, went to art school in the city, secured a job as waiter at "Macaroni Grill" (where he mastered writing his name upside down on paper table cloths). Inevitably, he was beating the art babes off with a stick, one of whom was an Italian American Kryptonite genius who became his wife ten years down the road; all this while subsisting solely on canned ham and Jif!
Mike enjoys reminiscing about the olden days, reminiscing about the days before the olden ones, and walking himself lost. Find him looking for his way back... or in his studio.