David Braxton lives in Redlands, CA with his vastly superior daughter, her online streaming friend and a bunny who managed to get his own room by being too damn cute. He loves to play tennis (not the bunny); at least, he likes to call it playing. A more apt description would be shanking. He has determined that the three worst words in television history are: To Be Continued. He hates cliff-hangers; so, he binge watches TV shows. He keeps waiting for the Lakers to turn the franchise around and hopes it happens before they stick his ashes in an urn and bury it in the garden. He doesn’t want his ashes to be scattered; he has spent too much of his life being scattered.