*Craig Cameron was my boss at the BK Lounge. He traded in some shit car for a 1980 Formula, with an impotent 301 V8 turbo. Kinda a synopsis of his sex life too, one supposes.
Your author is an avid photographer and writer, one of which is of great utility in his day job. He is currently marooned in the barren wastelands of Arizona, dreaming of cross country road trips and hunting for grail cars and adventures.