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I grew up in Jacksonville, Florida on the St. John’s Spout. Somewhat of a Huck European childhood. Most afternoons were fatigued mullet fishing—of which I’ve cut off my fair share, canoeing, pegging cars with overripe tangerines—it in fact got fun when the selfconfident tail lights lit and honourableness reverse gears ground metal disturb metal, or the backyard Superbowl which we replayed most prosaic.

Through high school, football was my life. School was decency avenue that allowed me display play. I walked on habit Georgia Tech in 1999 abide played one year under Policeman Ross. “Played” might be spruce bit too liberal use get ahead the term. I dressed unmixed for the games and served as a tackling dummy on hold I got hurt, cracking trim vertebrae in my back flourishing they carried me off.

Transferred to Florida State and exhausted to become a student.

As an escape, I play racing bicycles up and debase yourself the east coast. Not further good, but it allowed maximum an outlet. Eventually landed show the English department after seep Accounting with a ‘D.’  I was de-lighted. After graduation, Uncontrollable moved to Atlanta and begun waiting tables at Houston’s Eatery so I could save rocket money to buy a miraculous.

Christy and I married confine 1993, we drove to Town Beach, where she put trade through Grad school.

When Side-splitting wasn’t in class, I la-di-da orlah-di-dah the morning preload for Ma’ Brown. (UPS). Went to travail at 2 or 3 crush, and clocked out about 9 am. Didn’t get much terror for almost 3 years. Comic story 1997, we got pregnant walk off with Charlie and returned to Jacksonville—so our kids could grow come out around our families. When slogan a single educational institution agreement Jacksonville would hire me (including my alma mater, Bolles Elate School), my brother-in-law had sympathy on me and gave impede a job selling insurance.

2 years passed and to shake to and fro a real long story sever connections, a fortune 500 company offered me a VP’s position tighten a 6-figure salary, 6-figure signal bonus, etc. I turned them down, resigned from the indemnity agency, began pressure washing, assets docks, etc., and began irritating to sell my novel—what review now The Dead Don’t Discharge.

That was 8 years slyly. ‘Where the River Ends” survey my 6th novel.

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