I had my first nervous breakdown in 1989, I think. Miami was waxing Notre Dame and then it all erupted. I was crying on the floor, drunk and alone.
I grew up in Charleston SC and have lived my whole life somewhere or another in this state. I’m comfortable here with my fine art painter wife and 9-year-old boy. We like to make fun of everything and play charades. My passions are music, pro wrestling and anything fried. I’d fry Iced Tea if I could. The South is a good place for inspiration. There is much history and beauty. I don’t write about that stuff but it is nice never the less. My inspiration comes from the sadder things. Comes from the weirder things. Winter here makes everything gray. I am a happy fellow but many times in my life I wasn’t and this complete knowledge of melancholy fuels me. That’s about it. I am a contradiction. Still get sad. I write whatever the Hell flows out of my mind. No rhyme or reason. But I like it.
And I play Basketball pretty well.
Interests: Painting (art not houses), NPR, Very expensive beer, Charades, Sexy movies