Hoam Rogh
Yes, the kid used to think he was talented, but fortunately a good doctor told him that he was simply delusional.
Euhr Mahm
Batman, Turkey
7-31-07
Once while cornered by an over bearing reporter, Mr. Rogh was asked what he wanted from the world. It was then learned that the only thing he wanted from the world was to be moved. He then swindled that reporter into buying him lunch, and that the letter A was spelled with a C. After dropping several business cards on the table, he pointed in one direction to distract me and ran away in the other one.
Hoam Rogh, the young American author insistent upon recognition of anything to go far away from him due to his great wealth, feels his moniker analogous to Mark Twain. Whereas that name meant safe water, the home row is where children across the globe learned to type.
He was born in Peoria, Illinois on the day that Paul McCartney turned 38. A perfect setting for an all-American boy. He enjoyed sports and achieved the rank of Eagle Scout. Hoam Rogh memorized comic routines since he was six. He started with Bugs Bunny, slept to Bill Cosby tapes, and then went through the entire Simpson’s vault, before graduating to hometown saint, Richard Pryor.
After graduating from a small liberal arts college just outside the town of Normal, Hoam finally got to write novels. He credited this to not having to be bothered any more. Law school can wait if you're a 21 year-old college grad, but Europe? She don't need to wait for no man with the line trying to get in her, but she is wearing this real cute Shady House Pub shirt. During his four-year swoop across the Eurasian continent, Mr. Rowe learned valuable communication skills, saw what people needed to survive, and scrutinized his love, America.
By the time he returned for law school, a world of knowledge greater than the volume of the seas set ready for some manipulation. But it's lost forever, gone to Apple's repair policy. That company has still not paid the talent back. He began drafting Life Begins...upon moving to Milwaukee. At his rough draft's completion, Hoam Rogh got dragged to the hospital kicking and screaming. He still will not admit it saved his life.
According to him, the author's upbringing instilled in him a very common thread amongst young Americans: truth, justice, freedom, and the American way. Where are these things today? Hoam Rogh looked far and wide for them, and then weighed such motivations against their subliminal counterparts. Again, those are the author's words. May be a little biased. Run a wiki. If they guy doesn't come up, fact is, he don't exist.