As far back as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a gangster.… Read More

Continued from ‘Easy Rider’

The plan was vague, but the ingredients were all there; motorcycles, asian-chicks, questionable meats.  I had no solid plan of attack, little bankroll, and no wingman (or wing-woman, I’m an equal opportunity adventurer and as far as I know menstrual cycles don’t have the same effect on tigers as it does bears).… Read More

One of the earliest memories I have of my father is a bedside chat at about the age of 8.

In it he outlined the paths that one’s life can take and how they are often vast and varied. That over the course of a man’s life he may try his hand at many things, some successful, others not.… Read More