Jersey-bred Dan was birthed in Livingston and raised in the humble hamlet of Woodbridge. There were some speed-bumps during his youth. School chums best described him as a 'rogue', a 'rascal', a 'provocateur', a 'rabble-rouser', a 'guy with a thesaurus'....

He loved humor, he loved art, and he loved setting his G.I. Joes on fire. Realizing only the first two would pay any money and were more socially acceptable, he actively pursued those two passions, (only occasionally lighting up a 'Cobra Commander' just to blow off steam).

His interest in art started when he was very young, taking a particular interest in drawing dinosaurs.

His interest in cartooning started a little later, when he realized a T-Rex might like to say something funny before he gnaws the head off of a Pterodactyl.

His interest in describing himself in the third-person is harder to pinpoint time-wise.

He gave to his hometown by designing their official flag while he was in 9th grade.
Woodbridge gave back by putting up so many townhouses, condos and strip malls- Dan would never have to see that nasty ol' sun ever again. If there was a bare patch of land- you could bet that Woodbridge would find something to build on it. Construction of these new dwellings correlated with the increase in traffic on the roads. A simple 10-minute drive became 20 minutes. And there were many roads- for Woodbridge is the crossroads of New Jersey. Several highways all flow into and out of Woodbridge like gummy arteries circulating a sooty, diseased plasma.

With so many roads, where was there for Dan to walk his dog? Only so far without having to dodge traffic... but enough about Dan's hometown. It may just depress you- if you haven't already stopped reading after the "sooty, diseased plasma" line.

Dan attempted, on two separate occasions, to submit his comic strips to syndicates. No go. In retrospect, they were okay, but not great. But he was young. This was about 12 years ago. Dan claims he may give syndication another shot someday.

He decided to take a stab at the hurly-burly world of stand-up comedy. After suffering several embarassments, (sometimes for using the term "hurly-burly"), he eventually improved. He started getting paid gigs and opening for well-known comics. Seemed swell, but Dan was distracted... He loved stand-up, but not with every fiber of his being- which is what it takes to really succeed in stand-up.

He eventually scaled back on his stage time and began writing a book. And not in that, "I'm writing a book... I only have the first three chapters, though and I started four years ago- but, I'm gonna start working on it again, soon!" kinda way. He actually finished. Is it good? His wife seems to think so. The book was finished 3 years ago- it was rejected by two literary agents. A third try may be in the works. (Dan may also lack some ambition.... ya think? Be surprised that he managed to get this damn website together.)

Growing weary of New Jersey, he packed up Ann and Herman, (his wife and dog– I think you can figure out which is which.), and swung on down to the sunny Florida Keys. Once a vacation destination, now home. Now, it's like he's on vacation every day... at least that's what the tourists tell him it must be like while poking him in the shoulder. Dan is also attempting to patent a device called the "Tourist-Buster 3000" (essentially, it's just a wiffle-ball bat with a nail on the end of it).

Dan now finds himself cartooning for local publications News~Barometer, Conch Color, and–most recently–The Key West Citizen. Good thing he's married. On the "careers with sexual appeal to the ladies" list, cartoonist ranks right below, "juggler" and just ahead of, "Gilbert Gottfried".

Where does he go from here? Will he attempt to do something bigger with his comic strip? Will he try again to get his book published? Will he toss it all aside in pursuit of a gangsta rap career?

Questions abound!