Jarod Kintz was born in Salt Lake City on March 5th, 1982.Skipping ahead a few years, and a few hundred miles, we come to Denver, Colorado. For a few years he attended Mackintosh Academy. In the second grade, along with English, he studied French, Spanish, and Japanese. Out of all those language classes, he remember one word: Andrea. That was his girlfriend at the time, the one who left him for his best friend. he remember two words, as I remember his name too, but his name is almost sacred, as a name that shall never be uttered.
Right after second grade ended his family moved to Jacksonville, Florida. It was Jacksonville that he would come to know as home, and would attend the rest of my schooling until college.
At this point he was a mediocre student. he believe had a perfect 2.0 grade point average from third grade until I graduated from high school. My favorite classes were art, P.E., and lunch. Oh, is one of those not a class? No way—I believe art is still considered a class.
When not cracking jokes in class, he would be doing one of three things: drawing, passing notes, or sleeping. In high school I started to not only be mentally absent from class, but physically gone too. I’d skip class like a flat rock skips across a pond.
After high school, it was on to college. In all I have attended six colleges. I bounced around like a dodgeball on a trampoline. If you count the college classes I took starting my junior year of high school, then I got my four-year degree in nine years. And if you’re going to do something, you might as well do it at least twice as well as everybody else—or at least at least twice as long.
He graduated with an English degree from the University of Florida, but I took creative writing classes from both UF and Florida State University. All through college I fancied myself a fancy man, because I was an aspiring writer. Mostly I wrote t-shirt slogans and other pithy things. In the spring of 2005 I did manage to sell a line of t-shirts to Urban Outfitters.
That is my lone success in life. Seriously. Well, so far anyway. But my story is just beginning. I plan on failing my way to success. I have been rejected by literary agents, publishers, MFA programs, and all sorts of women. But still I keep writing.
He have written many “books,” and I use the term books loosely. Mostly they are just compilations of my random thoughts and one-liners. But I like writing them, and people seem to like reading them. And that’s what it’s all about, right?
All my books are self-published, either through iUniverse or the wonderful Amazon Kindle program. I encourage everybody to write. Share yourself with the world. If there is one thing I like to impress upon people, it’s that you can do it, even if you can’t. Just keep can’ting until eventually you can. And you can quote me on that.
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- Jarod Kintz