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Chris Holland was born and raised in a small city in Kentuck before travelling across the Midwest in search of adventure. After college and the army he embraced his German gypsy nature and moved on. Cincinnati held homelessness, junkies, and amazing chili, while Louisville was welcoming and warm, with too much vodka and too many piercings to count. Chicago became home for many years, in which he did everything from repo cars to be a dancer, DJ at goth clubs and be a bicycle messenger. That city saw him through the highest of ups and lowest of downs, and may yet be a part of his future. Texas taught him that he is allergic to the tropics, but loves the Latin culture, and that Selena is worshiped as a goddess by many. Memphis held the burial of a loved one, pagan parties, a hardening of the heart facing down pimps and gangbangers, and eventually a career in photography and graphic arts. After this whirlwind tour, he found himself back in Kentucky, reconnecting with family and friends after so many years, and finding a true career for the first time. He currently works in the telecommunications industry and volunteers with foster children, along with being a referee for Women’s Flat Track Roller Derby. The future still lies on the wind, with a dozen major cities calling his heart, but only time will tell.



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