This is me.
In high school, I toured in a fake rock band. We called ourselves The Devil's Rejects. My stage persona was Marcus Murder, a gangly guitarist known for his fiendish licks and quiet charm.
I think I peaked early.
Now I'm a writer, a husband, a church-league softball coach. I fly fish on weekends and try to watch my sodium intake.
But I still love to rock. Give me a call if you want to jam.
(404) 277-0190
I think I peaked early.
Now I'm a writer, a husband, a church-league softball coach. I fly fish on weekends and try to watch my sodium intake.
But I still love to rock. Give me a call if you want to jam.
(404) 277-0190
