Rick Incorvia

I was one of nine children growing up in the 70’s where controlled chaos was the status quo. In my family, if you didn’t create your own image you got lost in the crowd. Admittedly, I was a bit of a trouble maker and sometimes liked being lost in the crowd, or at least unaccounted for. If I wasn’t scheming a plot to get rich, I was imagining myself as 007 or an Ocean’s Eleven participant. To quote my father: “You sure can tell a whopper of a story. We should have named you MaveRick.” Since so many have found my stories entertaining thus far, I've decided that it’s time to share them with the world. Welcome to the deepest, darkest corners of my imagination.