Beau Vent, born in 1967, with all the celestial elements in their proper houses, seemed destined to be a Voodoo Child; despite this, he quickly became cognizent that he was minus the Voodoo, for when he attempted to chop down a veritable ant mountain with the edge of his hand, he came away with only insect bites and no magic.  By the time he was barely able to walk, Jimi Hendrix was dead, the 60's were over.  Missing the magic bus, Beau turned to the most likely alternative:  Cat psychologist.  From there it was a hoop, slip, and a bump to writer.