My name is David Taylor.
I am the oldest of three brothers, raised in Southern California by awesome parents, married over 50 years, who are still together and still very much in love.
As a youngster, I ran buck wild through the canyons and citrus groves of rural San Diego. I followed the Grateful Dead for a while and the Mason Dixon Ramblers…who became the Uninvited, my younger brothers’'s band—Steve and John, you rock!
My father taught me to be a fabricator with a good work ethic, emphasizing that in this world, "Success comes to those who hustle wisely." He wore a belt with a statement engraved on the buckle.
I used that knowledge he gave me to build the first giant inflatable product replicas with Robert Keith & Co. I helped design the patterning and production process. During that time I built all three "auto-pilots" for the popular Airplane series of movies, the killer whales for the Sea World billboards, and the first walk-in inflatable trade show booths for Sikorsky Air Craft and Bell Racing Helmets.
Later I turned to sheet metal fabrication for the HVAC trade and was project foreman on the Nokia R&D center in Miramar, the University of Santa Barbara Bio Medical Labs, and the American Skin Scientific and Genitics Company in Torrey Pines, CA. After 30 years in air-conditioning, I am a master tradesman, though I don't define myself by what I do for a paycheck.
As a young man, I was a gypsy, always moving; an old school hippie turned renegade. My demon king was methamphetamine. It followed me around like a pit bull puppy. It’s my Kryptonite. It is the "anti-life." I rebuke you anti-life!
I tumbled through life like a pair of nine-sided dice. I have been a husband, a father, a grandfather, a lover of nature, and sometimes an outlaw. I have been baptized twice and saw God once. She was standing next to me as we helped my son, Justin Cole Taylor, come into this world.
I once lived in the shadow of the Superstition Mountains in Apache Junction, AZ, where a beautiful woman named Jacky helped me learn to walk again after a devastating motorcycle accident. She taught me how to ride a horse instead of a Harley, and to enjoy being a cowboy. I loved to hear her laugh…"Look, I’m a cowboy, baby."
I have a muse. Her name is Angelica. She came to me here in prison four years ago. She showed me how to kill the cannibal in my head that was eating me alive. She filled that empty dead space with words and story. She makes me laugh and cry at the same time, as I put my hand to pen and paper. She once quoted Nietzsche in my ear. "Dave, he who has a why to live for, can bear with almost any how."
I have a sneaking suspicion my mom sent her to me. I love you, Mom.
So now laughter is my medicine. Storytelling and writing are my genie in a bottle. That genie takes me out of this prison and anywhere I want to go. I found my Nirvana being a wordsmith and writing a few novels. I revel in the faith of my editor, Stacy, who holds my hand and walks me through the process from the far away free world.
Life's journey often starts out in the opposite direction of our creative destiny. And I’m happy to say, I’m so far from done I can’t even see the finish line.
Oh yeah, and Angelica says, "Smile every chance you get."