My name is Peter Crowley, a rather common name for a not so ordinary boy. I am 81 years old and have never lived in Crowley Castle, though the castle has a place in my story. I’ve been the dishwasher and the CEO; the laborer and the entrepreneur.

I’ve lived in Vermont, NYC, Frisco, Tijuana, L.A., and London. Now I live alone, though that’s not always been the case.

I dislike work, typing, and television. I’m content with enabling the creative work of others.

Like Johnny Thunders, I’ve taken little shit from anybody, but he was the winner in that contest. My story, though perhaps unbelievable, is mostly true. The most fantastic bits are likely to be factual; the mundane, illusionary. Hope you enjoy reading my tales of woe and glory half as much as I loved living them, so here we go …