First and foremost it’s a lot of pictures of me, Eyeteeth, yelling and flailing.  It’s also a lot of pictures of lobotomist Walter Freeman (or his ghost), my therapist Annabel, Satan from Milton’s Paradise Lost, a vampire Nazi named Günter, and anyone else who pops into my head.  With special guest appearances by my greasy-haired depressive teenage self and Jeremy Mishigosh, a friendly fictional serial killer who does his best to make me feel better when I get a rejection slip from a literary magazine.

Right now I’m concentrating on putting me and Walter in a little book, or “lobotominicomic.”  That’s a neologism I think he would have liked. My personal journal can tell you a lot more about me and the stuff I think about, or you can e-mail me.