In the 1960’s we lived across from the Compton airport, near the South Central LA area. My step-dad was a Long Shoreman and mom worked in a fish cannery. On the way to elementary school, my brothers and I admired the cars they raced, black and white with a little bubblegum machine on top. It was fascinating to us, but to the police, it was Tuesday.

In school I learned to play saxophone. As a teenager, the family moved to Fresno CA where I learned welding at Edison High School, Go Tigers!, and I was school newspaper editor.

I joined a Dojo and became a brown belt in the art of Shotokan Karate. As an adult I welded as a day job and blew my horn in clubs and bars at night.

I moved back to LA and worked as a welder until I got laid off. In 1977 I found employment in San Diego, and there I got my VFR pilot license. Could it have been a subliminal childhood dream? That same year I joined the San Diego Police Dept. Was that also a dream? After piloting a patrol car for more than 30 years, I worked the police headquarters front counter in the day, and wrote my novel at night.

At the front counter movie scouts would come in for filming permits. One of the scouts offered a copy of the screenplay of a movie they were shooting in the city. It was about a hundred pastel colored pages, with words in black print, formatted in narrative with dialogue blocks and bound together with three brass round head fasteners. I was mesmerized. This inspired me to study to become a screenwriter. I was a 10 year veteran member of the Organization of Black Screenwriters.

My screenplay that’s getting the most shine is a gang/cops fictional tale. It was inspired by a true story of one man’s voyage from troubled youth to street gang messiah as he set into motion the gravest scourge to ever hit American urban life. The founding of Los Angeles’s two most notorious street gangs. I live in San Diego, California. Copy and paste my 2 min. movie envision: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYtHLFjoesc