"Doc Rogue" attributes his lifelong successes to a great number of people. But, most importantly, to God himself. Doc very much believes in an Almighty, and tries to make sure that his character and ethics stay in-line with his deeply-held personal values and beliefs.
Accordingly, he would like to thank many of his most committed supporters on his personal journey.
So... the credits go to:
First, his brother Jay, who has stood behind him through thick and thin since 1993 in Arkansas. To his friends Scott, Layne, Jim, John, Farooq, Kellie, and Marna -- thanks for being a seriously supportive choir. Especially to Marna, who told me I needed to start a spooky and creepy podcast. Was a great idea, my man!!!
To Andrea in the Bahamas and Moe in KSA -- looking forward to reconnecting in the future for fun and business. My man Mickey, I promise to reconnect in the future; he told me I had a Rolls Royce of a product, but it needed to be assembled. Thanks for the inspiration. And most importantly to my Dubai-acquaintance-turned-frie
Some of you know that I am a standing member in the National Association of Mental Illness. And, that I am dealing with a 20-year old schizoaffective bipolar type diagnosis. Simply said, my reality is much different than experienced by most. It is very much like staring at a strobe light through a spinning kaleidoscope. I've been like this for as long as I can remember. These experiences shaped the core of my contemporary writing and production. I am committed to the NAMI cause of removing the stigmatization of mental disabilities for persons of determination. Now, I have finally recognized a platform whereby I can address this issue and actually do something about it besides exploring different forms of medication! Don't worry, I am still a lot of fun.
I was an undercover spy with a psychiatric disability. Eventually, these covert agencies concluded that I was too crazy to be of any further use. So now, I am an intelligence mercenary … with my own University, in my preferred location, with a blunt in my right hand.
Who says there are no happy endings?