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LHR was born in a small barrel at sea while his mother, a kangaroo, tried to beat off his father, a gargoyle, with an alluminum bat. Luckily, being of both species, he was two inches long and made of stone. It only took an hour for his mother to find him, but by that time he had suffered severe brain damage from eating far too many kippers.
His childhood was uneventful. He'd spend his afternoons eating Kraft Dinner while reading Kant and Kafka, often at the same time, and lamenting his inability to attend the latest 'Ernest' film due to his grotesque appearance. Soon the children stopped taunting him, though, when they discovered his value: his wings allowed him to fly anywhere he wanted, and his brute strength allowed him to cause profuse bleeding to the nose of anyone who crossed him.
He made alot of friends.
Upon leaving high school he took up acting, and though his skill was second to none no one would cast him in shows because he appeared to have the body of a kangaroo and the wings of a gargoyle, as well as a stony appearance. He tried radio for a time, but his desire to play music by the underground Italian gothic band Tombstone rushed him from the airwaves.
He took up directing, but he kept wanting to do something original rather than the same old schlock. His creativity had him blacklisted from Canadian theatre forever.
While visiting his hot sexy panther boyfriend James in Oklahoma, LHR discovered something he had once known but since forgotten: comic books. Richard Moore. Jhonen Vasquez. Roman Dirge. R. Crumb. Seth. SO MANY! LHR had ideas, crazy ideas, TWISTED ideas, ideas that needed to be put on paper.
Thus lead to the strangest transformation in the poor roogoyle's life. First a musician, then an actor, then a director, then a writer, and now a comic strip creator. Idd came to be from frustrations while working on ??Salvation?? in collaboration with Wurragurr (aka David Cowan) after discovering the joys of comic strip making with his first attempt, Symbiotes, on the chalk board at his place of business.
So, here he is...married to a boy panther, in the process of creating two comic strips while drawing a third, writing plays and novels, and generally going INSANE in the small town of Guelph, Ontario. Quite the leap from a fish-water barrel on the Pacific. Who knows what's next...
LHR has never killed anyone and doesn't advocate violence against the innocent, kindhearted, intelligent, open-minded, aware or artistic people of the world. All the others, however, are fair game.
LHR is contactable at lhr@lhrworks.com if this bio didn't bore you enough.
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