If I was a pretentious asshole who’s been published in over eighty literary magazine’s worldwide, I’d give you my credentials. Bios are for insecure so-called writers, suffering from soft-dick-syndrome, and a lack of sexual gratification. I’m over-sexed, unstable and sincerely mediocre. If you have words of endearment for me, the abstract artist, by all means go ahead and speak them. Sometimes I need a little help getting it up.