Joa

You remember that tall, thin, dorky kid from school, that went into the Army and did a bunch of army stuff, then got out and became a biker and did biker stuff, had a hundred jobs because his mind could never settle down, but was always a great employee, and yet writing was and is his therapy? Yeah, it's me.
Lately, I'm taking a break from most things killing me. Well, I'm not selling the harley yet!