This photo's for my man T.M., a fellow workshopper who knows what the tick-tock is and, along with his esposita, is raising a daughter of his own. More importantly, though, he knows what the tick-tock is and tosses off weird short stories about dystopic, toxic old men fighting gigantic roosters in tropical climes. Guy's on fire, reminds me of Ichabod Crane crossed with a young Hunter Thompson, and is working on his 3rd novel at present - a maritime war adventure of some kind. Part of the Workshop's Illuminati, mystery cult figure, fellow father afire in the Kali Yuga. And so never let me say I'm alone in this world.
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