I was born in Doylestown, Bucks County, Pennsylvania in June of 1953. My father was Monte Proser, creator of the Copacabana nightclub, my mother was Jane Ball, a dancer at the club and later a film actress. We were a family of five boys, usually one dog and a horse (mine) who was inhabited by an evil spirit that regularly attempted to murder my brothers and I. On my 14th birthday, I sold him and bought a go-kart. He was then further humiliated in later years by having to run in circles and jump embarrassingly low obstacles while carrying small suburban girls on his back, instead of swimming bareback in creeks and playing indian in the woods with me. I went on to perfect similar games with young women of the area. Very few of them tried to murder me.I began writing for the Lambertville Beacon newspaper as a reporter of that small town's civic meetings. I then bamboozled the editor of a regional Sunday magazine of the Bucks County Courier Times to allow me to do photo-journalistic pieces for that publication. Fatefully, after two years of seeking enlightenment in the Sierra foothills of California, I was offered a free pass to Bucks County Community College. For the next two years, I elevated my pursuit of young women under the ruse of studying modern dance, pottery and film making. The rest of my life has been rather dull except for early platonic encounters with a wide array of sexual deviants while filming pioneering pornography in San Francisco. That was quite interesting and instructive, summarized by director Arthur Meyer, "There is only one axis of friction, everything else is imagination."I am now married, and working as a writer, thus isolated from most deviants of all types by choice. I do miss them.