A guy that used to have a lot of time on his hands, but not too much anymore.

Hunter, fisher, father, son, husband, rescue Greyhound owner, and occasional fanfic writer.

I am a thousand tiny ponies operating a mobile human suit for giggles.

Why do I write? Because I can't draw! I write mainly as an outlet, and don't take it too seriously. If you like what I write, awesome! If not, that's cool too.