Forward by Heeiz Shure:
By the age of three, Mark Schurr had written
more than two dozen novels. By the time he was 12-years-old several of his
books were adapted into screen plays including “Jaws,” “The Graduate,” “Cool
Hand Luke” and “Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.”
Schurr’s fascination for the written word
spawning into books, songs, poetry and movies is just one aspect of his
sagacious genius. Schurr can literally do anything he desires except talk to
pretty women, play a musical instrument or sing.
Schurr wrote the music and lyrics to more than
50 Beatle songs by the time he was four including the songs “Something,”
Because,” “A Day in the Life,” “Revolution” and “Help.”
Unfortunately for Schurr, he knew absolutely
nothing about copy rights at such a young age. The business predators of the
world consumed all the credit and raked in all the money.
Schurr is indeed a blessing to the world and
perhaps the universe. Legend has it that the human race still exists solely
because of Schurr.
When he leaves Earth permanently with no spawns the
planet will indeed be lesser place.
If I live to be a 1000-years-old, I’ll never
meet anyone as unique and perplexing as Mark Schurr. I’m extremely lucky to
have known and talked to him.
Heeiz Shure;
Ghost writer for Stephen King, Anne Rice, John
Grisham and countless other authors and journalists.
Me, by Mark (Izzy) Schurr
A ninth grade classmate, Tom Boriolo wrote the
following in my year book; ‘Mark, I’ve heard the word unique before, but you’re
a true definition of the word.’
My existence is somber except when I have to
transform into star vapors and sashay across the infinite universe to stop
meteors as large as mountains that are directed toward Earth by the sadistic
Baleful Ben.
Ben won’t be happy until everyone in the
universe is dead, and then I think he’ll kill himself if he manages to destroy
all life. Ben resides on the dark side of the galaxy in the farthest reaches of
cold space. He can’t kill me because I’m much too fast and sly for him and vice
versa.
Because of Ben I am perpetually alone. Ben has
nearly killed the few girlfriends I’ve had; it’s his way to get to me. Presently, Ben and I are the only cosmic
beings I know exist.
The small amount of lady friends who were
gracious enough to dabble in romantic endeavors with me soon needed a more
successful, communicative and better lover.
I’m the type of person who would thrive alone on an island abundant with
warmth, food, water, shelter, the internet and books.
The eight plus years working as a preschool
teacher illustrated to me what a horrible parent I’d be. Children don’t listen
to a word I say, hence I couldn’t teach, or parent.
The few relationships I’ve had with women have
shown me what a lousy husband I’d be.
When I’m not hurling across outer space in my
cosmic form, I really enjoy working with young children once a week at the YMCA
in Santa Rosa as a volunteer. I also
enjoy writing poetry, photography, doing journalism for my blog site, driving
Irene (my Saturn Vue), while blaring music, riding my bike and laughing with
friends and family.
“Too weird to live, too unique to die,” a line
from the movie “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” is a simple way to describe
myself.
