Years ago, I wrote and produced funny things for my wet nurse, Mama Television. Mama TV loved me, and I got to roll around naked with the boys of South Park, Jodie Foster, even the kids at Disney Channel. But then television ran dry. No more milk money. So I ran away, with only my tears to keep me moist. I holed up in a basement in Nebraska, with PTSD and ADD. The only way to recover was to find out who I really was - a triple threat and triple agent. John Dough is but one of my cover names.