In order to succeed in getting this case reopened I'm going to do whatever needs to be done. Whether you believe it or not, personal publicity or so called "fame" means very little to me. Having worked for and around the rich and famous for the past 27 years, I've learned that happiness has nothing to do with a person's station in life or whether or not they've achieved some real or imagined level of fame.

So, if you feel this page is irrelevant, you're probably right. Feel free to click out and get back to what really matters. But if you've been a little curious about the "wacko conspiracy nut" behind this investigation, read on. I'm going to tell you more than you need... or probably even want to know.

I'm 49 years old, (the hair in photo is grey, not blond). I've been married and divorced twice. I have three grown daughters and seven grandchildren.

My mother and father were both school teachers. My father was once President of Professional Educators Of Los Angeles, a teachers organization comprised of several thousand members.

My parents had been married 48 years when my dad died in 1986.

I have a brother who is a police officer. I have three sisters. One is a county social worker dealing primarily with child abuse cases, another is a C.P.A. and works full-time for a non-profit organization providing schooling to low income areas around the world, and the third, works for an insurance company.

Although I didn't have to deal with the same pressures and influences todays kids are faced with, my high school years were similar to those of many of the young readers who've written to me. I didn't like school very much so I spent a lot of days cutting class and doing more "constructive" things such as shop-lifting, fighting, and of course... partying. Then there were those 18 traffic tickets I got from the local boys in blue... all on my motorcycle.

After a fight with my parents one evening, I left the house and hopped on the back of a flatbed semi-truck where I rode north about 300 miles to Modesto California. I got picked up by the police a week later and stayed in jail until my dad picked me up the next day.

As the relationship between my parents and I improved, my dad got me interested in flying. I took some flying lessons with the money I made working at a gas station and surprised him with a trip to the airport where he watched me solo when I was seventeen. Flying soon led to skydiving, but after a dozen or so jumps I started thinking more seriously about my future.

I got married when I was 19 and joined the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department in 1969 at the age of 22.

Upon graduating from the Sheriff's academy, I was assigned to Men's Central Jail and later to the Jail Wards at L.A. County Central Hospital. Every L.A. Deputy Sheriff is assigned to the jail Division for a period of time before they're allowed to transfer to patrol or one of the other divisions.

I transferred to patrol division after eight months where my first assignment was West Hollywood Sheriff's sub-station. West Hollywood was an extremely active area in those days. The "Sunset Strip" with it's headshops, nude bars, dance clubs and other night life attracted thousands of partyers. Most evenings this section of the boulevard was so crowded that we had to have officers on foot patrol just to prevent pedestrian gridlock.

Drug dealers were in abundance on the "Strip." The drugs of choice were LSD, Methamphetamines, Seconal, Tuinal, Heroin, and of course, Marijuana. Overdoses from the hard drugs were almost a nightly occurrence. CPR was something we were not only trained in, but we were also frequently called on to use. In most cases it was futile. I saw a lot of kids die.

After my first year of patrol I was chosen to join a task force called S.C.A.T., Specialized Crime Activity Team. The members of this team were selected from among the top patrol officers who demonstrated unique investigative skills.

Our unit worked undercover using everything from ten-speed bikes to civilian vehicles. Our assignments included surveillance and the investigation of burglaries, robberies, and other felonies originating in the West Hollywood area. My team was responsible for arresting, prosecuting, and breaking up one of the largest American Express Counterfeit rings in the country at the time.

I transferred to Malibu Sheriff's sub-station in 1972. At Malibu I worked as the helicopter observer for about six months as well as beach dune buggy patrol and street patrol.

In 1974, I responded to a call that led to my assignment with the Malibu Detective Unit.

Malibu had been experiencing a rash of arson related fires. After arriving at the scene of a vehicle fire in a residential neighborhood one evening, I detected inconsistencies in the eyewitness account given to me by the 19 year old young man who had called in the fire. While my partner dealt with the fire department and began logging details of the call for his report, I continued investigating the incident and concluded the 19 year old "reporting party" was most likely the person who set this vehicle on fire.

My partner for the night, a department veteran who had transferred to Malibu from Firestone Station, (one of the most active of the L.A. Sheriff's stations), disagreed with my conclusions and refused to include the details of my investigation in his report. "He's the one who called us!" he nearly shouted... as if I was the world's biggest idiot!

I wrote my own supplemental report and sent it off to the Sheriff's Arson Unit. They began a surveillance on the 19 year old and eventually caught him attempting to set fire to a house! My one time partner had no comment.

As a result of the arson arrest, I was given a temporary assignment to the Detective unit. The assignment later became permanent.

Then, in mid 1975, I decided to quit the Sheriff's Department and go into the retail music business. I may not be the world's biggest idiot but I soon learned I was, (and still am), one of the world's worst businessmen! I soon realized I had been undercapitalized and the business wasn't doing too well.

I had a year in which I could have returned to the Sheriff's Department. When the year came around, it seemed like things were beginning to pick up, so instead of going back to the department, I hung on to the store. Two years later I was out of business.

.For the next several years I tried one business venture after another. One of these ventures involved testing and selling hydrafoil boats called the Dynafoil. (See photo).

While trying to solve a control problem with the boat, I invented and designed customized cavitation plates, or "trim tabs," that were later purchased by virtually every Dynafoil owner in the U.S and Australia. Unfortunately, this was a very small manufacturer. They only made about 500 of these hydrafoil boats. The Dynafoil is no longer being manufactured.

I went on to invent some other products that had modest successes in the marketplace. For example, while working as a video security consultant and sales rep., I invented and manufactured a cash-register/video interface for small retail businesses. This was really no big deal except for the fact that I didn't know a watt from an ohm when I began designing this unit! The interface unit sold well in the Los Angeles and Las Vegas areas for a few years, but was inventually replaced by more sophisticated computerized systems.

One of the problem solving techniques I discovered while experimenting with the invention process was to approach a problem as I would a simple puzzle. I don't wonder if it can be solved, I know it can... and I enjoy the challenge of figuring out how to do it!

The Private Investigation business never really interested me during those years because I was under the impression that the work mostly involved domestic and civil cases. Also, private investigators seemed to have a reputation for being a little "sleazy."

Then in 1992, in order to supplement my income, I took on some part time work with a private investigator and found the PI business was actually very facinating. I discovered private investigators with criminal investigative experience do get involved in some very interesting criminal cases. In fact, I found private investigative work to be more challenging than police work. Getting cooperation and information from witnesses and other sources is normally more difficult for a private investigator than for a police officer. I no longer had the authority or advantage of having a police badge to flash. I had to use some very inventive techniques to obtain information and bring a case to it's conclusion.

One of the first criminal cases I took on after obtaining my own PI license in 1993 involved credit card thefts in which the victims lost nearly $17,000.00 over a two year period. My clients, a husband and wife who were both attorneys, had reported the thefts to the police and indicated they thought they knew who might have committed the thefts. The police took the report but told my clients there wasn't enough evidence and there was nothing much they could do at that time.

Within a few days, I gathered evidence, got a taped confession from the suspect, and delivered the package to the police. The case I put together was so airtight that I was told the suspect pled guilty at the arraingment, (without a plea bargain), received a jail sentence and was ordered to pay back the amount of money that had been stolen.

In the past few years I've worked on a variety of cases including four murders, dozens of missing persons and runaways, several child abuse cases, and a host of civil cases. Most recently I succeeded in getting a suspect arrested and indicted for a $40,000 armed bank robbery. I've also become somewhat of a specialist at locating and bringing together birthparents and adoptees. These cases normally pay very little, but in most cases, they're emotionally rewarding.

The increased challenge of PI work pays off with a greater sense of accomplishment once a case has been resolved. Job satisfaction is more important to me than the amount of income I might be able to make doing something else. PI work has become my permanent career choice. I may continue to struggle as a businessman, but in the years ahead I'll still be enjoying the work I do!

So now you know a little more about who I am and what I'm about. There have been some obvioulsy slanted and biased comments written about me in several books and magazines over the past year or so. This is an opportunity for me to speak for myself and let you decide what you want to believe.

The important thing here is whether or not I've been truthful about the information I've released to the public regarding the events surrounding Kurt Cobain's death. If I have been truthful, it shouldn't matter if I spent most of my 49 years sleeping in a park!

I hope you'll see through all the smoke that has gone up to prevent you from learning the facts of this case. As attacks on my character and credibility increase, all I can ask is that you keep an open mind, try to skim through the diversions, weed out the relevant from the irelevant, and focus on the real issues and important details of this case.