I grew up in a small town in Arkansas, in the United States of America. My parents had trouble conceiving, so despite their Christian upbringing went to New Mexico to “talk to the man on the mesa”, and I was raised knowing that I had “medicine blood”. My father was a geo-physicist and a rice & soy beans farmer. My mother was educated as an art historian though chose to be a stay at home mom. I was a Lone Scout and Eagle Scout in the Boy Scouts of America. I spent my public school years either fighting or standing outside the circle during my goth phase, but had a grand time in college during my hippie phase. I’ve lived in many cities, traveled to far more. I’ve prayed at the Wailing Wall and looked skyward through the sacred stone inside the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem. I’ve haggled over film licenses in Cannes, France. I’ve danced in the waves with a Maori girl in New Zealand. I’ve owned a house, broken apartment leases, will be a father very soon, have had two wives so far and new woman I want to make my last. I have seen that people are either sheep or wolves, and many do not realize they have the choice. I have looked out at the USA and known in my heart that I am a patriot, even if sometimes the President and the Ugly Americans piss me off. I’ve been a retail slave, a newspaper ad man, a telemarketer, a collections enforcer for credit card companies, a movie producer, and a military contractor. I’ve been a good man, and I’ve been less.

My point is this:

When it’s my turn to die I will not have wasted the gift of life by being meek or idle.

And you should be no different because the fire is already in you.