My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy – the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.

On a more serious note, this blog is sort of about life in Seattle as a twentysomething. Really though, it is pretty much a pile of steaming diarrhea straight from my brain.

Chances are that your thoughts/interests intersect with mine in one way or another. Let’s share.

For more, see the first post.

this is me.

this is me.


2 responses to “About

  1. Hey, I just found your blog from when you linked to my blog today, and I think it’s hillarious but in a sucky sort of way. I’m Mitchell Blatt from http://juicedsportsblog.com and http://mitchellblatt.com/blog. Keep up the Stephen A. bashing. I can’t wait until he comes out with a book about why blacks don’t play stock market simulation games.

  2. 206forthetwenties

    Dear Mitchell,

    You have a cool type-treatment on your blog. I bet that took a while to create.

    The Editor

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