I’m often asked, “Just what’s wrong with you?”
I wish people would stop asking. I don’t know. I’ve always been this way. There’s nothing I can do about it.
I have been called “a bastard with a heart of gold.” And that might be close to the truth. I am not a bastard, though. I was legit.
I am a newspaper columnist, writer, some-time musician, well, guitar player, and as of very recently, a novelist. My first novel, described as “a goofy read,” is called “Don’t Be Cruel.” It has investment banker strippers, Elvis, bad guys, badder guys, bad language and all variety of mayhem. It includes death by fried chicken. What more could you ask?
As for the musician deal, I play with a band called JCFisher. Look us up. We’ve been described as “an eclectic indie band.” I’m not sure exactly what that’s supposed to mean, but we’ll take it. We do a country version of “I Wanna Be Sedated,” for instance. I’m not sure how to categorize that. (We’re available for all of your social gatherings. Drop us a line.)
Personal matters, I am married to the astonishingly beautiful Cine Martinez-Argento, an amazingly patient woman, and we live in rural York County, Pa., with a neurotic greyhound named Lester, a mixed terrier with anger management issues named Shmuley, a bunch of cats including Crazy Ass and Crazy Ass Jr. Jr. and a huge lizard who doesn’t have a name for witness-protection-program reasons.
Hope that helps.