Teddy Swick

I left home in Detroit at fifteen.   I figured it was that or kill my old man so I left, started heading west with the clothes on my back, my guitar and twenty seven dollars and thirty two cents in my pocket.   I worked odd jobs along the way, which wasn't easy.  Some wanted to take you in, others wanted to take you for all you were worth.   I managed to avoid both with a fast tongue, and even faster feet, until one night just outside of Sioux City.

 

After that night, I ran fast and hard, not stopping until I hit Idaho.  There are times when I still wake up in a cold sweat over that night.  Assholes who brag about killing a man, aren't men, but animals. 

 

I hit Seattle in the spring of 2012, and well since I couldn't go any further west without getting wet... er, I stayed.