[Eric 951]

tabs was born the son of a poor sharecropper. After a stint in the Navy, he opened up his first dry cleaning store. Through hard work and dedication, he parlayed that single store to a mini-empire of (7). His newfound wealth allowed him to move into the high-rise apartment of his dreams and hire a sassy full-time maid. Often at odds with his quirky neighbors and tip-hungry doorman, he eventually left that enclave for the ministry--where he presided over an unlucky-in-love grown daughter, and was subjected to more sass and quirkiness in the form of choir members, and his flock. Tiring of constantly helping those in need, he abandoned the cloth for the genteel life of the trailer park and its upper-crust pastimes of spoon collecting, firearms dealing, buffett dinners, and fez-wearing. On occasion he will pass on wisdom to those fortunate enough to have not been banned from PPOT. Like modern-day Johnny Appleseeds, those who have heeded his sage advice go forth and spread his message--nurturing new pockets of humanity based upon these teachings,and ensuring those gleaned truths will forever be known as having been taken from the source itself--that which is tabs. And the circle is complete.