Soldier, adventurer, raconteur, restless layabout when not working on my Bug-eye Sprite. Lost my heart to the incomparable Dejah Thoris one summer in my youth, bounced around with Billy Pilgrim, and learned, as an axe-man, to never give an inch. I write using a drafting pencil, gum eraser and graph-lined pads. I exploit children to convert my careful printing into bytes.
A reclusive stranger arrives in town with a secret even he won't think about. His teenage neighbor rattles his windows and soul until he fizzes like one of his precious Jolt Colas. But what does she want? Wry observations of suburban life, artful dialog, and comic complications drive this quirky, coming-of-age/forbidden love story to its surprising conclusion.