Marco Luca Biceci was born in June 1979. He grew up swinging from trees by the seat of his pants, running a riot through the countryside and falling head first into god only knows what. He first discovered his love of writing when he was forced into helping out at his School’s Newspaper after school, as a punishment for sniggering during Bible class. Over the next three years he lived in attics, behind bushes and up drainpipes, all in the name of a good story.
Today nothing much has changed, except maybe living in attics and shimmying up drainpipes. Marco now spends most of his time meeting new people, doing ordinary things, and just being another face in the crowd, all of which without, he would never be able to leave his mark upon the great canvass of life in his own distinct way.