Phil Volatile is the crap dice hero saint of orphan love who's been slamming into the speed bumps of life since 1985. A former substance use technician who put down the bottle and picked up a pen is now writing books for general amusement. He's still into women, motorcycles, cars, and wasting time.
The lonely tumbleweed of the southwest currently lives in Albuquerque, NM and is as desperate as the desert is for water. If he's not hustling to get by you can find him throwing dice, sitting in a coffee shop, cruising motorcycles or finding some place quiet to write. He rides in the back of an ambulance going around the city. His favorite flavor is peanut butter.
He hopes his words tear through you and infect your soul. Let his wave of angst crash into you and bring you to shore. Caress his body in these pages and rub him against your chest--keeping him close to your heart. He's a lush of endless desire and frustrations and hopelessness. Be gentle as you dig through his embers and ashes.