I’m sitting here in a hotel.

Not just any hotel, but the Grand Hotel on Mackinac.

Drinks on the worlds largest summer porch

I’m here for a few reasons, but one that I feel like talking about is the book.

Yes, a book.

I figure if I make it internet official, then it might actually happen.

I’ve got a few things that I’m here taking care of this weekend, but the most important is the start of this book.

See, the Island is where I kinda became a grown up. Kinda, because, well, I was a young dumbass, but still, I learned things. I grew. I screwed up. I had some successes. I had some failures. I had some love, I lost some love. I had friends, I lost some friends. Life happened big time and for that, I’m forever a better human.

I learned to hustle. I learned to work with an intensity to be about 42 steps ahead of everyone else to be able to provide the best possible service.

I learned how to pick myself up when I fell on my face. Man, did I fall.

So it is here that I’m going to start writing this book. A memoir of sorts. Mostly true, at times, the names and identities will be changed to avoid legal action.

But here, I am going to buckle down and start writing.

Join me on this journey, won’t you?