About the author

Some say he’s cynical and histrionic; some say he’s just faking it.

Some claim that he’s an ignorant fat bastard cheating his way through life, but a few still believe in a resilient yet sensitive heart underneath his layers of adipose tissue.

At night, he lays in bed listening to the deafening sound of silence as his thoughts are slowly woven into dreams.  Sometimes, he wonders if he could ever stop making lemonade out of crate after crate of lemons that just kept on coming..

Yet sometimes, when the moon is bright and the mood is right, he would let his imagination wander… skipping along those hidden passageways into his mind… one keystroke at a time.