I am from horror, from films of Rami and Coleman Francis, I am from the laughter of the theater audience. I am from Flipside Music and VHS, the wood panelled walls of the 1970s still smelling of popcorn and milk duds.
I am from the Onyx Path from the publishing house of Vampire the Masquerade. I am from heavy dental work from a root canal, missing teeth, to braces galore. I am from the city of regal oak trees, From a land of forested homes and forested people. I am from a family of brotherhood and a lineage of honor and respect. I am from privateer ancestors and Old Abe’s Generals.
From the cousin I lost to a genetic disorder to the feeling of hopelessness and the recovery that followed I am from the laughter of thirsting Gods in the stories I write. From Lovecraft and Thompson I am who I am take it or leave.