Every good author needs some kind of relatable backstory. So I figured I would hop on the bandwagon. Am I a good author yet?

As a young boy, he was raised in a humble family. They never had much, and they never needed much. But something in his heart suddenly yearned for more, something that wished to be free to express itself. It came without warning, and he knew he could resist it no longer.

So he began to write stories about gunslinging post-apocalyptic alcoholics and teenage girls interacting. He thought it made sense.

Since the paragraph that used to fill this particular space no longer applies, I have decided to replace it with this sentence explaining why I got rid of it.

Generally updates either more or less often than monthly, it all comes down to how badly school and distractions want to double team me.

Speaking of getting fucked, find me on tumblr (doppelganger312) and read about me getting frustrated by self-imposed challenges in video games from time to time. Perhaps that might tickle your fancy.