As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man, I have chalked up many a mile. Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks, and I learned much from both of their styles.

Places I've lived since then had to have some kind of uniqueness and character about them. And logically Key West, and then Down Island. So, all of that stuff sort of had it's roots in New Orleans and went crazy.

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us.

And you find as a writer there are certain spots on the planet where you write better than others, and I believe in that. And New Orleans is one of them.

The right combination of guilt and machismo has sent many a fool out into the jungle when he should have stayed home.

My occupational hazard is my occupation's just not around.

Pickup's washed and you just got paid, with any luck at all you might even get laid.