Frighteningly accurate Piscean traversing the rhetorical hills and mountains of NYC and beyond while negotiating life in the 30s. Jack-of-all-trades with divergent tastes and proclivities tending too many creative irons in the fire and, thusly, prone to fits of malaise, neuroses, and some light paranoia. A writer, an actor, a baker, a candlestick maker. Ersatz Caucasian with pop cultural obsessive tendencies. Quietly opining with no stick leaving safe no topic - least of all, himself.

Why "camel"? It is an ode to a nickname of yesteryear created in playful jest and ribbing of my birth and upbringing in a land of sand dunes far away. And why not? The camel is a fastidious beast, both feral and demoesticated; a highly evolved beast physiologically unlike other mammals down to their cell-shapes. Ornery, loyal, intelligent, prone to spitting when angry (you should be see ME during a UFC match), and the central character in a straw-involving cliche.

This is my cyber-playground to bitch, moan, dissect, analyze, wax, wane, and bewilder. It's a place to showcase my writing. A calling card. A jokes ground. A place to poke sticks into ant mounds. Things that make you go "Hm." I figured after 9 years of ownership that I should move beyond a diaryist's position into something more.


For ease of browsing through all my work feel free to use the quick links below. All writing is ©FBT, All Rights Reserved. So don't go trying to steal my words or paste them someplace else. If for some reason you want to quote, repost, or use, just drop me a note in the comments. None of my works appear in full on this site.