I have slapped the devil and cursed the divinity. The divinity had a plan for me and now I know my mission statement in life.
I spent half my life with the U.S. Army and the Federal Government going places and doing things that haunt me at times to this day.
I was gifted with more brains than brawn and am grateful for all the blessings in my life today.
I was told by several people including my wife to update my bio and give more of an insight on who and what I am and what I stand for.
I honestly never felt that I had that much significance in the world to do this.
For over 20 years I lived like a Nomad living out of a duffel bag and under a shady veil.
I am held together with bailing wire, 132 staples, half of one lung gone, 5 broken noses, 6 concussions, numerous broken bones, and many bullet holes in my soul.
Why I'm not dead yet is only an answer that the divinity can provide. I tried, never by my own hand but by the enemies I have encountered and the booze and pills I use to swallow
