Ian M. Smith spends a great deal of time staring into space. Sometimes, after staring into space for a particularly long while, he writes things down. This was one of those things. Another is his novel, Trace, which some very smart and attractive people have said quite kind things about.
He lives with his best friend in Seattle, Washington, along with a handful of freeloading roommates: two kids, two cats, and a dog. He is rather happy with his life, though he'd be happier if the patriarchy was demolished. But who wouldn't, right? Right.