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Basically, I Was A Kid Growing Up With A Single Mother In Brooklyn.

I Think Everything I Do Is Normal, Not Paranormal But Normal. Its Using The Power Of The Mind To Achieve Whatever We Can Endure.

I Remember Finding A Houdini Book At The Library And Seeing An Image Of Him Chained On The Side Of A Building. He Looked So Intense And Scary, And I Couldnt Get That Image Out Of My Head. That Started Building Up My Love Of Magic.

I'd Always Wanted To Do These Types Of Things - Pieces Of Magic I Could Put Out Not As Illusions, But Really Doing It.

My Mother Encouraged It So Much. She Was So Supportive. Even If As A Kid, I Would Do The Dumbest Trick, Which Now That I Look Back On Some Things, She Would Love It, She Would Say That's Amazing, Or If I'd Make The Ugliest Drawing, She Would Hang It Up. She Was Amazing.