Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains, resolving itself into works. -- B. Gurewitz
Character is what you are in the dark. -- Lord John Whorfin
Describe your desk
My desk is a pile of bills. They are all in paper envelopes and are, unfortunately, just above the resistance at which paper normally burns. Just my luck.
Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?
I grew up in Long Beach, California. The influence on my 'writing' should be apparent. If it is not, then please wait patiently on the corner of PCH and Alamitos Blvd. for my answer. I'll be there soon. Promise.
The life of a young boy takes an odd turn when his own father accidentally beheads him--and he does not die. Subsequently, the boy with no head must leave his absurdly real life for adventures of epically outlandish proportions. Along the way he encounters people, bodies, and events that all seem to be pointing in two different directions at once: everywhere and nowhere.