Born in 1953 in Southern Alberta, the second child of two and the only son of a truck driver and a housewife, Neil Hansen went on to accomplish almost nothing. How then, you ask, could he write a four-volume, 2,000-page memoir of a million words containing not a single boring paragraph? He lived life on his own terms only occasionally sponging off friends and family, and he cared not a jot about the judgments of others. He had some difficulty with drugs, alcohol, women, and authority, but overall, he was not an unlucky man. He studied at several schools, including the school of life, and when he encountered problems, he was never afraid to turn and walk away from them. Which usually led to more problems.