You know, I was going to create my bio in the third person and make an attempt to present myself as a normal politically correct shlub - LOL. But you know what? Fuck it. I'm just going to lay it out for you as is and you can figure it out from there, or not. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Filthy Frank is not my real name, obviously, but it was a name that was given to me back in the college days of the late seventies. This grew organically as certain quirks of my character revealed themselves to my friends and acquaintances over the years. I had, and have, a way of randomly delivering or injecting humorous anecdotes or innuendos into a conversation, causing bouts of laughter from unsuspecting audiences. I was the closest thing to a Monte Python character my college peers had, back in the 70s. Little did I know at the time that I would use such talents in creating fiction stories a few lifetimes later, but now it all makes sense. If I had lived in one of the big North American cities in younger days, I would have been in the comedy clubs and maybe have even scored some writing gigs. 

In the year 1999 I decided to try writing a novel for the first time. I thought I could just start writing and everything would fall into place. In theory, my story concept was a good one but I didn't concern myself with learning those boring academics of writing a story that is laid out in such a way that would guide the unknowing reader through the story. Plots, sub-plots, structure, character building, climaxes, internal and external conflicts, blah blah blah, never made it in the window let alone being tossed out the window. In hindsight, I was fucked before I even got started because I didn't do the research. But I have an excuse.

From 1999 to 2001 PTSD got the best of me after suppressing/denying my emotions from the loss of my two closest family members, at different times, several years prior. Then, I lost myself and went through hell, mostly self-induced. Divorce, bankruptcy, loss of my trucking business, blah blah blah, were amongst the many negative consequences - in a nutshell, mid-life crisis on steroids, fueled by PTSD, got the best of me and I lost everything. It took me many years to get back up. And to this day it’s still sometimes hard to stay standing…but I have some tricks up my sleeve and tools in my mind to not only keep me standing, but moving forward without fear, and never looking back.

To make a long story short, Filthy Frank got scared of life with Kevin Finley and went into hiding and did not materialize until 2018, nearly twenty years later. It took me that long to find that Kevin Finley guy and when that happened, Filthy Frank returned returned with a great big fuckin smile on his face. The only question then was, what to do with this creative dumb fuck.

After some self discovery and transitions, thanks mainly to the help of paid mentoring and counselling in other parts of the world - another long story - I decided to let Filthy Frank loose on writing novels, with maybe a bit of artwork on the side for variety. After about three years of writing and being on the learning curve, which I should have jumped on back in 1999 instead of spiraling down into a ball of shit, I produced a novel that I felt was marketable - Jessy McKenzy: Lesbian With a Gun. Don’t let the cheesy sounding title fool you, you’ll have to read the entire book to the last sentence in order to know why the story has it’s name.

So, like it or not my friend, more bizarre, humor and suspense packed fiction is coming your way. If you want to know more about me, just check out my podcasts with the popular Bruce Silverman, a veteran news anchor and live pro sports broadcaster as a day job.  In the meantime, thank you for visiting my website and please do feel free to explore. You can also contact me with your questions and comments.

Kevin Finley