I reside in a crawlspace on the west coast of Florida, with numerous animals and children that have randomly shown up and then decided to never leave. I have worked in Law Enforcement for the past fourteen years and have been known to, on occasion, make clowns cry. I started creating tall tales before I even knew how to write words. My mother still has some of these poorly drawn creations, mostly about ponies. Horror and dark supernatural fiction is my first love. I am a friend to all monsters and believe you should hug one at least once a day. It is also in my opinion that monsters should be as they were intended with claws, rage, tentacles and lust to consume your soul. I am old school in that way. I can most of often be found when I’m not writing, perusing the isles of my local bookstore with my nose in a graphic novel, at my favorite pub for a pint or preparing for the zombie apocalypse.