It started back in 2015, when I realized there was no way I could write a book within the crushing economy of the United States. Outsourcing myself to Asia, I began the writing adventure of my life. Beginning in the bowels of Bangkok, pressing forward to the mountains of Laos, cobbling concepts on the Cambodian coast, juggling with corporate work in Germany, further scribing in Paris, then seasoning to completion in a sleepy English seaside town, my crazy creative journey covered six countries and three years.
Jumping borders and shifting passports, living by my wits and riding the wildest creative wave of my life, I authored my personally definitive literary work. Unfortunately, this literary work deals with a highly controversial subject: Men Having Fun.
Blocked by publishing’s prim guardians, my lyrical homage to the ridiculous revelry of men will never be traditionally published. But what do you expect? I’ve been called many things in life… but never traditional.
So I didn’t win The Chicken. But I did win Chicken 65. You’ll have to read the book to understand that last part. I really hope you do. Because this bird flies and so did I.