Afflicted with wanderlust at the age of seventeen, Steve has lived in seven states, served briefly in the U.S. Air Force as a Pararescue Trainee, and has a profound aversion to mint chocolate chip ice cream.
During the dark times of adolescence, instead of stealing cars with his miscreant friends, Steve turned to the world of novels and epics as his escape, but never read the books he truly wanted to read because nobody ever wrote them. That has changed.
His parents and step-parents are stupendous, and his friends are second to none.
He currently straddles two worlds—one foot in his hometown of Elmwood, CT, the other in Woodside, Queens, NYC. He has a great, fat, good-for-nothing but entirely loveable planet of a cat—The Jetes, who is a welcome distraction…most of the time.
More adventures to follow…