A lot of folks have been asking to hear more of my life story. Apparently the about section did not suffice. Seems like no one wants to hear the political ramblings of an old man. So you wanna know about Mitch? Well, I guess I might as well start from the start.

The year was 1969. I was 18 years old, fresh out of school, and damn scared of Nam. I ran away the moment the old man started talking about heading down into the mines. The “normal” life was something that scared me even more than foreign jungles and hot bullets. I tore up my draft card somewhere outside of Austin, and boosted an old Chevy heading West for sun, surf, and loose women.

to be continued…