: About Me

I am a conglomeration of everything I have ever done, seen, felt, caused, experienced, observed and survived.

I have held many jobs in my life, from working in restaurants for over twenty years - both in front and in back of the house - I've been a freelance illustrator and designer, a print expert, a computer help technician, a door to door salesman, an on-air television face, producer, sign maker, delivery truck driver, stand up comic, and donut maker, but the best job I've ever had was as a father to my two lovely daughters.

I am socially and sexually color blind, fiscally conservative and socially liberal, a collector of both masks and comic books, and have recently begun taking better care of myself as a serious endeavor. I do all the cooking in my house, am an avid tabletop RP gamer, have acted in community and regional theater, know all the words to "If I Only Had a Brain".

My passion is ...

Being a father to my daughters

I know too much about ...

Trivia and general useless knowledge

My parents always told me ...

People will only give you as much crap as you will take.

My childhood ambition ...

to be a Dad

My favorite memory ...

marrying my second wife, my best friend.

Why I write ...

I'm a blocked and frustrated visual artist

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

five or six books at a time,

My first job ...

dishwasher, graduated to cook at age 14 when the cook quit

My best moment ...

The birth of my first child

My inspiration ...

to raise women of quality and substance

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Vampires

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Vampire's Surviving Victim Scrying eyes and questions Hurled with feigned urgency, A crush of reporters in gaggle Thread the story to their liking. She sits broken, Eyes crushed by sunlight Allowing the legal system To push her along. A story like hers Decried as fantastic - Monsters do not exist In a rational world. Her crimes begin at murder, A charred husk of a body She openly admits to burning Distanced from its head by three feet. Oak, carved sharp and slim Needs force to be removed from her grip No force exists that could remove The pain from her soul Hers senses are filled With the ...

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