I grew up on the streets of South Tucson engaging in street fights. It would be nice to say I
fought for survival but truth be known, I just loved to fight. My dad knew I was pretty good at it
so he arranged for me to join the Tucson Boxing Club. I went on to win various Golden Gloves
titles and the light heavyweight championship of the USMC. At about age 15, the editor of the
sports department at the South Tucson Gazette somehow learned I also liked the written word
so I was hired on as their youth sports writer. The following year I moved to Miami, Arizona to
pursue both boxing and writing under the tutelage of the small-town newspaper editor, Al Fenn.
We exhibited in Globe, Clifton and Superior; pretty near every town big enough to draw a
boxing crowd in southern Arizona and the border towns of New Mexico. I even fought a few
pro fights in the bull ring in Juarez. Al let me write the sports news as we went along. Always
half deaf, I never boxed professionally for fear of going stone deaf. In later years I went deaf
anyway which - although helping my ability to concentrate - also increased my warped
perspective on life in general.
I joined the Marines after high school and although an electronic tech, did contribute articles
to the Stars and Stripes. After my Marine Corps stint I joined a consumer loan company and in
collusion with car dealers, spent the next few years ripping off minorities and uneducated
whites by loaning them money at usurious rates. I took various Spanish classes at ASU to
improve my ability to legally steal from Latinos. I also took four or five creative writing classes
just for the hell of it.
After my Shylock experience I joined Allstate Insurance and became a consumer advocate
mostly out of guilt over my prior associations. I wrote financial self help articles for Prensa Hispana and other Spanish
newspapers. We began reporting dealer misrepresentations to the Attorney General and managed to have a few of them
incarcerated. I married Emma Ochotorena from South Tucson and we had three kids. While leaving my best efforts to
concentrate on my day job, I always managed to keep a hand in my writing.
Never a skier, something about the sport intrigues me. I became the featured short story writer for Aspect Journal, a now
defunct skiing magazine. I never could figure out why any intelligent human being would swoop down a slope while freezing his
ass off and risk death and disfigurement. I figured there must be something strange and weird going on - not to mention darkly
humorous. So of course I focused on the irrational, demented and off- beat humor of the sport. The editor, kai kailia, must have
Now I’m told skiing is really a wholesome sport and skiing readers really like stories about the white pristine powder, the
neat, new skiing outfits and other such crappola. But kai and I…well maybe that’s why Aspect Journal is now defunct.