My father thought I was taking depressants and slammed me against the wall with one hand, holding me a good 12″ above the ground.
The Upper Level: My Greatest Memory Of My Father
I’ll never forget my first football halftime show, freshman year with the marching band, fall of 1981. He was in attendance, watching the game from the stands with his high school buddies…
I Told The Devil To Get Behind Me And He Asked Who I Was Talking To
I’m afraid your soul is not yours to negotiate…
My Ten Favorite Concert Albums
When it comes to music, there are few things greater than live performances…
Cameradventures: Full Circle
It was one of the easier gigs, something your average party-goer could do, but everyone would rather enjoy themselves and the party. That’s where I come in…
Consider Me Gone
…and though I wasn’t quite sure how my life would turn out, one thing was for sure…
…I was leaving or good.
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