CREDITS

The Credits

"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-friend-and-partner Robert.  Nothing beats an Ivy League pedigree put into action, from my personal and professional experience.  You show me higher-order thinking on an hourly basis, and I am grateful to be allied.  To my webmaster Abhijit, my SEO guy Nick, and my audio engineer Mauro -- you guys are all awesome.


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?

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