People always want to know about who I am and what made me open Mikey's, so I guess this is where I talk about myself a little bit.  That's a pretty long story.  Let's see...

Prior to the flight I led a pretty lonely existence as a middle manager at a box company in Tustin, California, where I was constantly belittled by a snide and younger manager for my interest in survivalism.  I ended up heading to Australia to fulfill my dream of taking part in a Walkabout, but I was forced off the tour and sent back to the U.S. on a doomed flight because of my disability.

I had originally been driven to the aforementioned events for a number of reasons, but the tipping point came right after I hired a private investigator to track down my biological father.  At first everything was great, he seemed to be taking me under his wing, he even taught me how to be a sportsman.  However, he was actually laying the groundwork to con me into donating a kidney, which he desperately needed.  Once the operation was completed, he left the hospital and ordered his security guard not to admit me into his house.  I was crushed by the revelation that I had been emotionally manipulated.

To deal with the rage over my father's deception, I began attending an anger management group where I met a woman.  She was a smart, brassy woman in her forties who fell for me.  It appeared that the past was finally buried, but because of my fixation on my father's betrayal, she eventually left me.

At that point, I decided to join a commune of sorts.  We ran a peach orchard, but due to some legal issues with the groups Native American spiritual practices, I eventually was forced to leave.

I became a broken, sad man.  Then one day, I received a visit from a young man named Peter Talbot.  It turned out that my supposed father was also long-conning this boy's mother.  When I confronted my 'father' about this, we got into a fight and he threw me from a window.  I ended up losing the use of my legs.

Anyway, back to the whole 'doomed flight' thing. 

The plane I was returning home on ended up crashing on an island.  When I awoke after impact, I found that I had now recovered the use of my legs...it was sure nice to have those legs back. 

After a couple of weeks I realized that I had become the de facto second in command behind Dr. Jack Shepherd.  Because of a difference in philosophy regarding destiny, the group of survivors ended up splitting into two groups; Jack's and mine. 

After that quite a bit happened during my time on the island...fought a smoke monster, died and came back to life, bested Ben, found a hatch, pushed a button (over and over), stopped pushing it, moved the island, travelled through time (while making the joke...not where are we, when are we?), etc...

Then I came back to Plover and opened this restaurant.  I hope you like the food.