Biography
I grew up in Los Angeles, California during those heady days when kids could still trick-or-treat outside instead of walking around from store to store inside the sterile safety of shopping malls. My friends and I could run and play without any thought of being shot or kidnapped leaving riderless skateboards spinning their lonely wheels.

Though I grew up in a safe environment, the nightmares found me every night. Pulling the covers over my head, I welcomed them. I enjoyed reading stories of monsters and ghosts lurking in the shadows. I loved the terror and suspense of good scary movies. Constantly daydreaming that something horrible awaited me around every street corner of my beautifully manicured suburban neighborhood.

When I wasn't reading I played music. It took over my life. It provided me with the keys to an education and the ability to see the world. Music was how I met my future wife while playing a gig at a dingy Irish pub near the ocean in Santa Monica.

Even then, the nightmares flowed through me. I scribbled down a poem here, wrote a song there. There were ideas for stories running through my head at all times of the day or night. Eventually my wife suggested I take writing fiction more seriously, since it featured so prominently as a creative outlet for me.