abreast of fresh hair.

and here we go.

a few years back, at eastern michigan, i started up this little zine called supermarkets are deathtraps. with the help of some great people i was able to make two volumes of the zine, one about zombies (i think) and one about our fathers. i think there are still a couple buried in a milkcrate in the pantry. so i thought i would throw a blog at the wall and see if it sticks.

this will be a place for my stories. a little box out there in the ether, under the bed, in the nightstand.

thanks.