About Dave
David Wharton once killed a man in Reno using only a poker chip and a complimentary hotel toothbrush. He later put the chip down on a spin of the roullette wheel and won $3.5 million, which was lost later that night at a rigged cock fight. Easy come, easy go, but some day…some day…He’s gonna find that damn chicken.
Having recently liberated himself from the soul-sucking hellpit of his former office job, he now spends his days as a full-time freelance writer/editor/alcoholic.
He’s married to a woman whom he describes as “the most ass-kicking-est of ass-kicking females, a tiny little spitfire of a woman who delights and infuriates me in equal measure, but never fails to make our life together interesting.” He enjoys drinking, wasting time with friends, arguing, watching too much television, seeing movies for free at press screenings, reading everything within reach not nailed down or glued shut, screaming at his dogs, and getting into occasional MacGyver-esque adventures.
