About Christopher E. Hill
Born and raised near Cleveland, OH, cutting my teeth on the rough playgrounds of the eastern suburbs, a graduate of Muskingum University in 2012 with a B.S. Psychology, Political Science, and Philosophy, a degree with which I do none of the above. A graduate school dropout from the U of A Philosophy department where I spent two years teaching and partaking in general shenanigans, I have now found myself simply partaking of general shenanigans here at Core. It was the summer of 2009, the air warm with a fragrant breeze whisking off the shore of Lake Erie, when my brother and I set out to brew our first beer.
Was once second place finisher in a prestigious and high stakes local swimming competition for boys 12-13 age group at Bexley Park. Soon after I left a promising career in youth swimming to live a life shrouded in mystery and possibly drugs.
Once lost a beloved family pet, a turtle named Tuttle, in an unfortunate chainsaw fighting accident. I soon was forced to leave home, where I met an old forgotten blues legend who taught me guitar and the power of music. After signing to a label and touring for many years, I left a promising country music career to live a life shrouded in mystery and definitely drugs.
Indian Guides youth organization wooden car derby race
Once earned silver in an Indian Guides youth organization wooden car derby race, narrowly losing when tragedy struck and a screw holding the plastic wheel to the cars tiny axle popped off, sending the toy racer careening, side over side, to the finish. The car won, but the flying screw injured a bystander, a single father just divorced, simply looking after his two kids, one of whom had finished last in that tragic race. With the father notably upset by the small red abrasion above his right elbow, his son was awarded gold to make up for the incident and any hard feelings. I was demoted to silver. I soon left my promising career as craftsman of fine toy racing cars to live a life shrouded in mystery and occasionally drugs.