I’m told I can tell a good story, something treasured by both sides of my Irish-Mexican family, or at least that’s what I want to hear. But don’t get me wrong, I have many other traits despised by the same family. I guess my filter has a few holes in it, but let’s not go into that. My wife tells me, eyes rolling, my stories grow bigger and bolder with each telling—implying my stories are embellished bullshit. Yes, but my stories, which she has heard over many years, are all based on true stories. My books, on the other hand, are the opposite. They’re completely based on bullshit, and embellished by real life. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.