christopher lubrano

aRISKocracy

aRISKocracy The Pursuit by Christopher Lubrano CHAPTER 1 I was living in Pompano Beach, Florida, working at the Biltmore – Miami and training to take on the golf world. I would drive for forty-five minutes in what was called “the Exploder,” which we’ve had since high school, up and down the beaches of South Florida via I-95. Waking up at 4:30 a.m. to be at the golf course by 6 a.m. to start my shift. The Exploder’s back seat packed with golf clubs, shoes, clothes, dirty socks and empty packs of smokes. Soon as I ate lunch and then clocked out at 1 p.m., I would change clothes in the parking lot, grab my golf bag and shoes, and turn around back towards the clubhouse to practice. I would squeeze every ounce of daylight out the day to stay out on the course peacefully and uninterrupted, practicing for about six hours or so daily. Then I would head back to the parking lot to change into my gym clothes, hit the gym for about an hour most of the time and then turn back up I-95 north to the Atlantic/Commercial exit.