Summary: Dr. Stanley G. grew up in a project building on the south side of Chicago where he spent many days playing chess, pitching pennies and dodging street gangs. His original career goal was to become a graphic artist but he pleaded temporary insanity and joined the Marine Corps instead. He considered that when plan A fails, you’ve still got 25 letters left in the alphabet; so he traded in the life of a devil dog for the life of a suit.
