It's a Friday night. I'm home alone and snowed in in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. I'm a 53 year old California boy who has no business living here in the Great American Midwest, but I'm stuck here for economic reasons. Tonight I have half-a-case of ramen, 2/3rds of a Fifth of Old Crow with some Coca Cola for mixers, and a brain full of SEO strategies, PLR posts to write, Google Adwords Keywords to research, and potential guest-blogs to plan. Then it hits me... it's probably the cheap bourbon…Continue
Posted on December 22, 2012 at 2:30pm
I come by my addiction to crime fiction... um... honestly. As the son of two 1950's era ex-heroin addicts and ex-cons from Los Angeles, crime is in my blood. My dad did a bounce in Soledad for Forgery, and mom was in Norco for Possession of Narcotics. I also had a grandpa in San Quentin, an uncle in Chino, my sister was also in Norco, just like dear ole Ma. One of my childhood friends became a serial killer. That's California for ya!
Posted on March 26, 2012 at 2:30pm