In OUTLAW PART:I our hero was lost in the woods, chased by coyotes, and darting out of private neighborhoods. To understand that story better lets take you back to the start… OUTLAW PART II: BAD HOMBRE I landed in Austin bright eyed but over the coarse of four days I tied to find out what this city was all about. I was supposed to be mystified by Austin. Which I was but in a different...
My alarm woke me up at 4:00 AM central time. I had laid out my outfit the night before. Camouflage pants and my black pea coat would make it hard for me to be seen in the treeline. My backpack was already packed with my digital camera, 2 brand new krylon spray cans (Black & White), 4 left over 94 color cans (Beryle Green, Blood red, Freedom blue, and mars orange), 1 white marker, knife,...
Three years ago I started suffering from acute depression. This began with light substance abuse and heavy alcohol use. I had been 2 years separated from college and knee deep in corporate America’s suffocating choke hold. I had just turned 27 without any direction in my life I turned to booze to be my escape. This was the way all my seasoned coworkers would cope with the stress of high level blue collar work. I...
