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biography
"What would you like to be for Halloween, honey? Han Solo or Luke Skywalker?" A simple question. "Darth Vader!" A very revealing answer. Sharon McDermott should have known fairly early on in the game that her son was destined to be trouble. Knox Stephen McDermott was born on September 27, 1981. His early years were spent in Denver, causing chaos in a variety of ways that could have warranted awards for their creativity -- swallowing goldfish whole to see whether or not they survived the digestion process, pocketing his lunch money to use as future bribes for his siblings to make insane faces in their school photos, and the like. To his family, Knox's deviant behavior seemed to taper off in his teenage years. In reality, he just got really good at hiding his poor decision-making skills (that often involved the use of hallucinogenics in cemeteries, and the company of impressionable girls from school). The brood of a driven couple, Knox felt as though he had to at least attempt to do something admirable with his life. After graduation, he, very briefly, took classes at a local community college. However, when the questions started rolling in about what major he was going to undertake, and future career options, Knox abruptly dropped out. Naturally, this did nothing to get anyone off his back about his plans for adulthood. In fact, it only intensified the situation. Naturally, the only solution was for Knox to flee the country. Okay, it wasn't all that dramatic. A close friend was traveling to the Phillippines as a Peace Corps volunteer, and per her invitation, Knox tagged along. Returning to Colorado after sleeping in a mosquito net for three months, and fighting to keep one's tobacco stash safe from rogue monkey thieves, was, to put it mildly, an adjustment. Unwilling to move back in with his parents, Knox opted to crash in a buddy's basement. This life choice did not suit him, either. Before long (or, well, as long as it took for him to save up some cash, which, was not all that easy for a convenience store clerk/part-time line cook), Knox was on the move again. This time, he was San Diego bound. He and a few friends had come down with a wicked case of California dreamin', and became convinced that it was the place for them to be. Alas, Knox soon learned, by way of sleeping on beaches & only being housed during his romantic stint with a wealthy cougar, that this was, most definitely, not the place for him. After only about six months, he returned home again, tail between his legs. Soon thereafter, his luck seemingly started to change. He landed a fairly lucrative construction gig, and was moonlighting as a woodworker's apprentice. He was even in a successful relationship for the first time in his life. Taking its functionality as a sign from the universe that this girl was a keeper, Knox decided to make a Mrs. McDermott out of her. It was a six year ordeal that ended due to Knox's preference for getting a divorce, over starting a family. Three years as a formerly married man has had quite the drastic effect on Knox's life. He quit his job, stopped paying his credit card bills, started dating a plethora of women considerably younger than he, adopted a dog (re: hetero lifemate), and living life on his own terms. Currently, he is self-employed, doing carpentry and handyman work when/where he can. While he can't always pay his bills, he can say that he is under no one's thumb. This is, perhaps, the only version of his life that he has been so wholly invested in. It's the closest he's come to satisfaction.
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