Afraid of the dark and hating himself, Jason Jam reluctantly grew up. Facing all the terrors and traumas that daily life brought, he found solace in art. With no sensibility to grasp mathematics or science and a penchant for creating trouble in his constant desire for attention, he found refuge in art. He filled the pages in hundreds of coloring books. He drew skulls and boobies in every homework margin. Comics were read and reread over and over with the focus of a scholar. His reaction upon his discovery of MAD magazine mirrored that of Tarzan discovering there were other humans. As the boy grew, the pencil and pad were his only friends. Many frustrating nights alone were spent scribbling and erasing, crumpling and crying and praying that one day he could draw as magically as his artistic heroes. Now as a sad old man, we currently find Jason Jam living as a husband and father in Billings, MT and still pursuing his childhood dreams of becoming an artist. Maybe someday his artistic dreams will come true. Sigh.