My father introduced me to comic books in 1975. I was living in Cali, Colombia, South America (I spelled it all out because there are people that in this day and age still believe that America ends in Mexico and that all hispanics are Mexicans). Trust me, I get it at work all the time.Anyhow, back to the subject. The only books available at the time in Colombia were black & white reprints of Spiderman. Thus began my fascination with the "web-head". I collected other titles, but Spidey was the first.As a little kid, (I emphasize "little"), I wanted to actually be Spidey, then somewhere along the way I started drawing what I was seeing in my comic books. At the tender age of 12, I left my father to live with my mother, and that's when things changed. Everything started well, but quickly it all went to the dumps. Reads like a novel doesn't it?Let me summarize it for you. I lived with my mother in several different cities and wound up settling in Las Vegas. At the age of 16, I left and got my own place. I worked, went to school, got in trouble. I moved to Florida, made it to graduation, tried going to college and ran out of money, dropped out, got in trouble. I joined the Army and wound up half way across the world in Operation Desert Storm. I've partied all over the world (thanks to the U.S. Army). You name a place and I probably tossed my cookies there.On my second try at marriage, I met a wonderful woman. I settled in Atlanta where I reside with her and my 3 kids, got in trouble...just kidding!Since then, I've managed to pick up some illustration and comic book work. Well, enough about me, time to get back to the drawing board.Thanks for stopping by!
