I’m in my mid-20s, a Mediterranean Jew (although once a year I celebrate Rumspringa and eat an Egg McMuffin that I feel guilty about until next year), and a freelance writer. Freelance is a fancy word for unemployed, so if you’re reading this and want to give me money for words, then let me know before I run out of 10-cent ramen. My creative process involves laying face-down on the couch with 80s Goth rock blasting out of my headphones and taco wrappers just everywhere, man. I’ve been told I’m funny, but I guess looks aren’t everything.
Most of the time I’ll probably end up talking about my absolute favorite game in the whole wide terrifying world, World of Warcraft, but I’ll also end up referring to people in my life, and since I care about their privacy I’ve given them all nicknames and titles. And though this goes without saying, all content contained in this blog is completely my own opinion and is not that of anyone else, whether that be past or future employers, political candidates, corporations, or Alaskan crab fishermen (especially not those guys).