About

I was born in a log cabin that my father build with his own residual checks.  I grew up with a work ethic so deeply ingrained that I won’t even make instant oatmeal.  My mother always said that idle hands do the Devil’s work and it turned out to be true.  Fortunately, he paid better than my parents so I continued being a bum right up to my thirties.

At thirty-one, I was bitten by the adventure bug and was bed-ridden for eighteen months.  I’d be there still today but the hospital didn’t have cable television…

I then moved to South Africa, where a man could make his fortune with just the sweat of his brow and the whiteness of his skin.  I made a fortune selling “I Love Apartheid” t-shirts, but I lost it all at the track… didn’t even make it to the window… it just fell out of my pocket and someone must’ve snatched it up…

If you’d like to read some of my work, I’m pretty proud of this and this and… this… stay away from this one and only read this one if you are over eighteen or have webbed toes…