About Me
In between the ages of 5 and 17, I lived in Thailand, AZ,TX, VA, PA, and CA, but visited places like Puerto Rico, Spain and Mexico. My traveling genes took me into the US Navy where I served 5 years as a Intel Photographer....Spent 3 of those years on the USS Kitty Hawk based in Japan. That led to New Orleans where Life was a crazy party until Katrina...The winds of change sent me to NJ where I fell into a role playing Batman in the Six Flags Stunt Show for the summer! Not one to let the dust settle, I then joined my family and went to Thailand again where I lived with local taxi drivers who by night were Muay Thai Kickboxers! Moved back to Tucson where I worked as a Stuntman at Old Tucson Studios until June. Grabed my sag card on a FOX Pilot and headed to LA. Spent all summer working on ROCKSTAR. Then I filmed in Nashville and Mephis before returning to Old Tucson Studios. Was getting all settled down untill i got a job as a stunman in a Live Show in Paris France. Went thetre for three months and loved every minute. Returned to New Mexico where i did mor stunt work on two big movies called "Brothers" and "Beer for my Horses. I then spent 5 weeks Training in MMA at Jacksons Gym in ABQ. I am traveling this summer to see everyone before i move back to Paris for a year. Always looking for my next great adventure.The Men Who Don't Fit In*
Robert W. Service
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
