It’s funny to realize after speaking with someone I haven’t seen since high school (Hi, Kedron!) that at times like this – when I describe my life – I realize it has been.. “colorful”.

The Air Force, traveling coast-to-coast across the country several times, surfing in San Diego, some nasty scrapes with the law, living in my car (briefly, yet more than once), starting several businesses (including one successful enough to buy my first home and live well), nearly go bankrupt, exploring the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina for salvageable sailboats, nearly drowned in Florida (on three different occasions.. I really gotta stay out of the water), was impaled on a sea wall; bought a boat on land, learned how to sail and put it into the water and lived on it; shot in the chest by a .357 Magnum and survived (obviously), had the best years of my life attending Moravian College dropping acid and chasing girls, lost everything I owned and down to my last $300 a few months ago — and find myself once more crawling out of the dirt to do it all over again with a fresh start.

Basically, my life is like Indiana Jones.. but fatter and without the cool soundtrack.