Years before the Internet, (or even the home computer) a young man setup a typewriter* in his parent's garden shed and began typing out his thoughts. Eventually transforming those thoughts from incoherent piles of scrap paper to incoherent piles of short stories that mostly sucked, but eventually led to many other stories (long and short) that didn't suck as much and those led to the stories the now not so young man continues to write to this day. As many of you may have guessed that not so young man was and is the author whose page you’ve stumbled on, or more likely mindlessly surfed to. I live and work (when applicable) in southern California, reclusive and shy, I rarely venture into the public eye save for the occasional open mic night and am painfully dyslexic in thought and deed and struggle as we all do with the daily days and nightly nights of the mundane. Video games and drinking help, but mostly it’s the fictional worlds and disassociated characters I create that allow me to sort through and share my version of reality.                                                                                                                                    *A typewriter is a mechanical device that has an inked ribbon and metal keyed letters that by hitting the corresponding key, (similar to a computer keyboard) allows those letters to be directly printed on to paper.  

sailed the siren seas of Titan w/KV
hitchhiked across the galaxy w/DA
traveled back and forth in time w/HGW
trekked the stars w/GR