: About Me

I am a retired soldier and a burnt out cop who has decided to explore his Bohemian side. Wasn't Bohemia a beer?

I was born in the mountains of Western NC, left and traveled around the world with stops in most of the nastier places the United States Army could find to send me. Then, after doing all of this and most of that I wanted; I find myself living in a small cabin in a draw in the mountains of Western NC.

At this time in my life my great passions are, writing, poker, my two dogs Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber (no that's not really their names, this is the internet I have to respect their privacy), playing guitar badly and singing baudy songs with a voice that could peel paint and a beer on special occasions. (Sun-up, sunset, any solstice, a shooting star, dog barking, only stuff like that).

Oh yes, I have one other great passion, My Great Passion. But she knows who she is.

You might notice I have a severe case of Tongue In Cheek disease. My theory is that if you are not laughing you really don't understand what's going on.

My passion is ...

Seeing and saying.

I know too much about ...

Guns, how to break things and hurt people, historical trivia, and Robert Service poetry.

My parents always told me ...

Eddie, let him up and quit biting him.

My childhood ambition ...

To be John Wayne.

My favorite memory ...

Walking with my Grandfather, it didn't matter where.

Why I write ...

I don't know?

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Reading a lot of McMurtry. Right now I am reading By Sorrows River. Listen to almost any kind of music but am a Blues and Country nut. TV? That stuff still around?

My first job ...

Curb Hop at a resturaunt.

My best moment ...

Holding each one of my kids for the first time.

My inspiration ...

Mostly, common everyday people.

Health & Fitness > Alcoholism How to stop drinking

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I am a lapsed drunk. That is kinda like being a lapsed Catholic without the guilt. How did I become a drunk, well it took some work but I had a head start. My Daddy was a drunk, so was his Daddy. Mom? You guessed it, another drunk; so were two of my Uncles and my maternal Grandfather. Nothing like good genetics to give you a leg up. How did I get started on my avocation of trying to pickle my liver? How else, one drink at a time. Early on I noted that I had a propensity to try to drink the back bar dry on those rare times I binged but it did not concern me, I only partied every once in a w...

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