| Male | 
| May 5 1947 | 
| Night train between Combs, Ky & Cincinnati, Oh | 
| We were heading north when I was born in a box car just after the war. My father became the yard bull in Cincinnati. I was raised in a tenement in the yard. My mother died just before I graduated from high school and joined the US Marine Corps in 1965. I spent three tours in Vietnam and when I got out I became a cab driver in San Francisco. I have never married and have no children. In 1987 I suffered a total mental breakdown and have spent the last 25 years in and out of mental asylums. | 
| I have only recently started to write - mostly about my experiences either in Vietnam or dealing with the after affects. | 
| I use first and third person with flashbacks. I am not a Southern Gothic writer somewhere between O'Connor and McCarthy | 
| My passion is art and in the last few years I have started to write. | 
| None | 
| None | 
| General Fiction- with a splash of adventure | 
| I tend to read the classics of American literature. | 
| John Steinbeck, Cormac McCarthy, Flannery O'Connor, Ernest Hemingway, Harper Lee and Jack London | 
| Haven't read much poetry - Wordsworth and Edgar Allen Poe | 
| Life can only be understood backwards, but, it must be lived forwards. Soren Kirkegaard | 
| Blues | 
| Call of the Wild, Of Mice and Men, Hi - Lo Country, No Country for Old Men. |