My Name is Trent, which is an River in England. I'm The first born, of The first born, of The, of The first born, And Also 1st Fuck-up In my Family.
I was The Great Great Son of The Black Family, with close ties/Marriage To The Grants. Yeah, Ulysses; The Famous Drunken Pres. And The Gov. on The North who Quelched The Civil War. Maybe I'm A Relative of Shirley Temple, But I Don't Know the words to "Good Ship Lollipop". I'm Also Irish (O'Connell): My GRANDDAD on my mother's side (her dad) who chose to live in a cave in Torrey Pines Ca. He CARVED EGYPTIAN MOTIFS AND mythical IMAGES into THE Stones AND LEFT A Guestbook For Fellow TRAVELLERS TO Sign. No one Trashed his House. NO ONE DEFILED THE SANCTUARY. HE WAS AN ARTIST, AS IS MY MOM.
HE DIED IN 1992 AND IT ALMOST KILLED me. THEY FILLED HIS ART WORK AND SANCTUARY WITH CONCRETE, DESTROYING A LIFETIME OF WORK. HE WAS OFFICIALLY CALLED ÔTHE HERMIT OF TORRY PASS'. THAT WAS MY GRANDFATHER... .