Not only was my father’s occupation dangerous, some might say foolhardy, but his life was as well.  Alcohol was not always the stimulus, but played a role.  But what about me?  Have I always done the safe thing?  Unlike my siblings, I have swung precariously between the safe and the dangerous most of my life, somewhat like the roughneck in an oil derrick. 

     At three I was kidnapped in the middle of the night and taken from Cincinnati, Ohio, to my new home in Del City, Louisiana, to be raised by my father and his parents.  This was after my mother had been hospitalized twice for mental illness and alcoholism.

     Even though my daddy was compelling figure, the story is about me and my sometimes sad, but more often humorous life growing up in the South.  I had a taste for danger and chose the unkown in favor of the safe and boring.  The reader may find I carry on the roughneck tradition.  Let the lives I describe speak for themselves. 

     A good father at times, yet continuing to create mayhem and even commit murder, why did my father never change? 
After the pain and violence that my parents experienced, much of it pouring over to me and my siblings, was I going to be able to curb my inclinations?

     With two poor role models, a super irresponsible father and a super religious grandfather, I had a difficult, even dangerous journey, trying to find love.  Coming face to face with sex addiction, domestic abuse and manic depression made me wonder if being a roughneck was inherited, if I was destined to end my life in the same sad way that my father ended his.

The book will be coming out Christmas 2010.