I’m an early forties handsome and incredibly smart white male who is able to over power petite females with my right index finger.

I worked in my first Democratic campaign when I was nine. The moisture behind my ears so copious, it ran down the backs of my thighs. Harry Reid ran hard against Paul Laxalt for Lt. Governor of the great state of Nevada. Harry lost to the evil Laxalt by a mere six hundred votes. That day I experienced the bitter palate of the agony of defeat.

Harry became the most powerful man in the US Senate and ended up a bit of a douchebag. Sorry MOM.

I flirted with the vicious sphere of politics throughout my adolescence. I also played the drums badly, pursued my prediliction for bibliophilia and underestimated and overestimated my self in chronic and self indulgent ways.

I don’t feel bad about running that Der Wienerschnitzel into the ground. The owner was a real estate player who I’m sure made his money when it became parking for a large grocery store. I got all my friends hired and made friends of the rest.

I was the worst night manager at any fast food restaurant in Carson City.

Good times.

I worked at the Nevada State Legislature for a session as the bill clerk. Then, in a foundry for a summer where I ate off my first food truck and drove my first forklift. Then, the last holiday before beginning the ‘adult thing’ at Budget Tapes and Records, working for Tom and Kathy Fox, whom I’d known since I was thirteen.

Then I got the fuck outta Dodge and moved to Atlanta Georgia to become a goddamn recording engineer.

Co-produced and engineered a record that overshot triple platinum by more than a few yards and got engaged and bought a nice car and then a nice big house.

Now I live in a really nice apartment with two cats I adore. I have a really bitchin stereo and a big ass plasma TV.

There isn’t shit in the fridge.

Drinks for my friends.