From the depths of despair and oblivion, comes an unlikely author. To some, he is a myth. The myth tells of a man, American, Australian, nobody fully knows. Receding yet strong in curly mullet, he tangos with the spirits of the night while warning off dark energies with his coloured patterned leg pants.

A master of song and dance, although he may forget the words. Master of the rain stick, able to create sounds from only simple cardboard items.

A devoter to people in need and people in crisis.

A warrior sifting through dark dreams to bring about evolutionary but pointless knowledge.

A legend within in his own right. The original proprietor of Story Time.

This is Oscar Rosenberg