Mr. Ass lives with five females in sunny Phoenix – the Nordic Warrior Queen and her Sister Wife, the Arctic Wooly Übercat, ELE the Wonderdog, and a smart-ass gray bird. By day, he’s a software consultant (he charges lots of money for telling people which buttons to push on their computer keyboards). By night, he tells lies – lots of them – in hopes that if he tells the right ones, or enough of them, he might be able to quit his day job and buy a double-wide and a few trees somewhere in the mountains, a place where the tap water is cool and there aren’t so many scorpions. He’s been published in Bartleby Snopes, Every Day Fiction, Full of Crow, A Twist of Noir, and a few other places, and is working towards his next Pushcart nomination. He also makes a few bucks on the side, cobbling together boring articles for technical magazines (but don’t tell the IRS – taxes are evil). He writes to keep the flying monkeys away.

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