ROBERT RIFE
Washington,mostly. Texas when cool.
Born to parents,who shouldn't have been, I soon left. I was brought back...several times. I was eventually successful. Early on I discovered that hard work was very good for others, so I became a home builder. I was well suited to this, but the economy did not cooperate, and I busted with one of the bubbles. I left, mightily disappointing some fans with full buckets,stuffed pillow cases and rails in readiness. Carefully avoiding strain, I became a purveyor of antiques,collectibles and other highly desirable items. In this vast ocean of legalized chicanery...I flourished. Only preaching could've been better, but I felt my stomach could not endure those depths. Over 20 years passed in all consuming greed and euphoric profit. After an edifying talk with a Texas Ranger concerning the alleged sale of weaponry that somehow ended up in Mexico, I retired. Valuing continued freedom, I left the state. Landing in Washington, I discoverd rain, and having plenty of money, I went on permanent vacation. Three years later, after recovering from heroin addiction and the STDs, I felt that perhaps I should find something to occupy my time. I became a writer. Never has an undertaking fit this well. My own skin couldn't do it better. STAY TUNED.