Otis Funkmeyer is the kind of guy you just can’t help but love. Born and raised in Arundel, Maine, just minutes from the Bush enclave, he shares the given first name George with two former presidents of the United States. He grew up in the country on a farm and loved sports and math and computers.
Around age 18, he had an epiphanal experience that life was not all it was cracked up to be—that he had been sold a bill of goods that he was no longer satisfied with. He got most of his money back and headed out on his own into the hinterlands.
He became a dancer and a dreamer and an explorer of the things on the outer edges of reality and he started wondering, is any of this even real? Is this anything more than a projection of my consciousness, all fractaled out in such a way to be crisp and sharp and ultra-high-def, to make me forget that I’m the thing making it?
He discovered that, yes, in fact, he was the one making it, and said, ok, let’s really get this thing cooking.
9 days later he met Jenny Funkmeyer and together they have begun to weave a story for the ages: a story of breaking free, of believing in oneself, of trusting in the immense power of this thing we call life, of knowing the benevolence of the light, and of leaping into a new reality, where love reigns supreme, and we frolic and play and breakdance all day and then eat some coconut ice cream.
Otis loves life, even though it sometimes feels incredibly painful to be experiencing it, and wants to really get to the bottom of the whole thing, to explore beyond where anyone else has ever explored, and to bring back something of such immense beauty that the whole world just wells up with tears and holds hands and has a big laugh and a big cry together. His mission is to usher humanity into the 5th dimension.
Otis loves group hugs too. And Jenny. A lot.