The angstiest of Sasquatches who plays way too much XBox (and has no idea what they're doing).

Chances are, if you see me in person, my eyes will be eternally super-glued to the spine of the book of the week. And, since I've yet to find a person I can tolerate longer than the designated five minutes I'm told is good for the soul, I've settled with creating my own through stories, poems (see *angstiest), and the rantings of your typical teenager.