Like most people, I was content with my life as it was. I was shacked up with a sugar momma who lived in a nice area of town. I know. Old habits die hard. I have always been a believer in hard work. "Honey, you work hard, so I don't have to!" Little did I know that my life would soon be turned upside down. I would find something to believe in that was greater than my self. I know. Sad, but true!! To my dismay, I would find that I really wasn't much different than my community. Most people are content with their station in life; if not content, at least too comfortable to change. Change is hard!! I know that too! To fully understand how I ended up in this situation than would make my life uncomfortable, you would have to understand my upbringing. When I was 12 years old, my Father was a member of the USAF. Up until that point, he worked in supply, served a year long tour in Vietnam (non combat, but he was close enough to the action to make life exhilirating). Most people would believe he was serving his country, but in reality - by his own admission - that was a poor kid's way of dodging the draft. If he had not volunteered for the Air Force, he would have probably been drafted and ended up in the infantry like most poor kids his age. Not everyone has the luxury to defend Alabama in a time of war! My favorite show at the time was the Six Million Dollar Man. Steve Austin was an OSI Agent and a disabled astronaut. I didn't know it at the time, but my Father had applied to become an OSI Agent. If it wasn't for the show, I would have never heard of such a thing. My Father had a curious custom - handed down to him from his Father - of listening to the police scanner. I can remember the day he told me he was accepted as a Special Agent in the USAF. My Father no longer wore a uniform and his ID did not indicate whether he was an Officer or an Enlisted man. However, you could tell by the suits that he wore that he was not a man of means. I can also remember what happened when I told my friends. They flat out told me I was lying. I am not against lying. I still believe that in the interest of a good story, exaggeration is paramount - creative license if you will - and especially in the interest of getting out of trouble, it's a necessary skill! "Johnny, where were you last night? Out with your friends?" "Sorry babe! I had to take my Mom to the hospital." I am still fond of a time without cell phones, pagers and the tether of technology. My history teacher used to say, "One more time for slow learners!" No doubt he was referring to me. Its taking me a while to catch up with the Wizards of Technological Wonder. I can't even hope to compete. However, my hope - and goal - is that when I combine the path that they have set before us with the hustle of a High School huckster, I might be able to accomplish my goal(s): Guerilla Activism and teach it to others.