I knew there was a connection. Death-defying stint with death, The El Paso connection.
Sitting in a hotel room, looking at the blank screen of a laptop, trying to write, smoking a Macenudo Portifino, if I recall. Sounds about right.
About the author:
Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
