This is the true story of the most insane day of my entire life.

This is a story about a kid from a middle class home in Texas, who sometimes played by the rules, and sometimes made his own rules, which often resulted in unintended consequences. Forty years later he revealed a dark personal secret.

This is a story about my adventures as a solo resort musician and horse wrangler in the White Mountains of Arizona in 1975 and 1976.  The original title was "Mountain Madness," and that description still fits perfectly.

This is a story about alcohol and drug-fueled choices I made, that resulted in three cross-country moves in six years, a life-long nickname, a band that I'll never forget, a disturbing gig in Southern Indiana, and a series of abrupt and chaotic career changes.

This is a story about two brief moments in my life, and the profoundly memorable events that occurred during each one.

This is a true story about a drug, alcohol, and anger-fueled six-month marriage in crisis, a probable divorce, and a spontaneous side-trip to one of America's great party cities.

This is a true story about mental health, alcoholism, addiction, a blues band, and my catastrophic attempts at sobriety and recovery in 1983.

This is a story from 1983, about a hot Las Vegas blackjack dealer, an incident with a Porsche, an illegal cocktail, and a nightclub I haven't been able to find in decades.  It's another story I would pitch as "Leaving Las Vegas" meets "Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas."

This is a story about two days in Las Vegas in 1983.  I would pitch it as "Leaving Las Vegas" meets "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas."

A story about a blues band of young guys from Louisville, Kentucky, on the road to Macon, Georgia, to play their first high profile gig, not knowing what awaited them in that Southern town.