In nineteen seventy-seven, Josh was given a chance at life in what is now a bankrupt hospital near Interstate-25 in the central New Mexican city of Albuquerque.  Most of his first twenty-two years were spent in the valley of the aptly named Sandia Mountains of that peculiar, enchanting city with its high desert climate, billowing tumbleweeds and rusting 1950’s signage.  Educated in a mishmash of subject material at the University of New Mexico, he also had an unsuccessful two-year stint in a PhD program at Rutgers University.  After college, he wandered around the dangerous boutiques and trust-fund babies of East Village, NYC for seven years.  In two thousand and seven, he relocated all that could fit into a Civic, with a small hole punched out for the review mirror, and trekked to Austin, Texas where he now dwells in an unusual house.