Dan spent the better part of two decades working in various sectors of financials services, most of which imploded during the Wall Street meltdown. After climbing out of toxic debt rubble, he had an epiphany. No more cubicles. No more standing room only rides in crowded aromatic subway trains. From that day forward, he went on a walkabout and was never the same. When not hiking in undisclosed rainforest locations to observe exotic pet rock dances and sacred rites involving discarded beanie babies; he retires to one of the last communes of aging hippies to resume his writing endeavors. Dan’s passions include toothpaste, kitty litter and leftover meatloaf.