Roci was born old, someplace near Pompeii. His birthday barbecue got out of hand, and he was promptly accused of making an ash out of himself for the first, but not the last time in his life. After an extended shower, he was further educated in London and Paris. His real life began in Hollywood, where he spent the majority of his tender formative years working in film and television animation. Following extensive rehabilitation, he blossomed into a retired “script doctor”, novelist, raconteur, and all around good egg, mostly in spite of himself. He lives somewhere in the witness protection program in order to protect the general public while he’s at large.