About the Author
Everything you are about to read is absolutely true – in some reality. I was a child prodigy; unfortunately, a mishap involving an extension cord and a pair of steel scissors introduced me to the raw power of electricity while short-circuiting my intellectual superiority. To this day, I twitch whenever I'm in close proximity to an outlet or extension cord. But enough about my broken childhood dreams; you have better things to do than read my bio (I hope!) so let's cut to the chase, shall we? A few quick facts about The Hook... * I am a bellman by night AND day… Shift work rocks. * I am an author, albeit a starving one, which is why I am still a bellman. * I have been observing humanity from a unique vantage point - people pay little attention to service personnel - for almost twenty years, and they never fail to amaze and disgust me simultaneously. * Contrary to popular belief I actually have both hands and "The Hook" is merely a serendipitous nickname perfectly suited for a bellman turned author. * I have been blessed with a beautiful family who actually adore me, just don't ask them to prove it. This world of ours is constantly changing, not always for the better. Nowhere is this more obvious than in the halls of a grand hotel, where thousands of travelers lay their heads - and what really lies in their heart - for a few brief moments in time. After 15 years in the hospitality trenches I have come to an irrefutable conclusion regarding the modern traveler: he's not moving forward when it comes to the evolutionary scale. Every day I watch people who can barely make their way from the car to the Front Desk without slipping into a walking trance. And some of these folks are professionals usually held in regard by society. Nevertheless, I can see the frustration in their beady, bloodshot eyes and I know that sooner or later, I’m going to have to step in and rescue them. But not before I let them stumble about like drunken lemmings… for a little while, at least. The truth is this: we’re destroying ourselves through war, disease, pollution, etc. At this rate, in a hundred years, actual cockroaches will be running my hotel. And on that uplifting note, I bid you farewell. Please return to your reality television watching, fast food eating, and web surfing lives. That’s it. Seriously. I’m afraid you’re out of luck if you were expecting a guided tour of my subconscious mind; even I know better than to venture through that mess.