For lack of a better name, you can call me Z. I reside somewhere in the Rust Belt, in a well-known city on the western end of Pennsylvania. I am an experiment that washed up on the banks of the Monongahela River sometime in the early 80's, to no great fanfare.
I mean, I'm sure the scientists are still looking for me, but that's beside the point.
This is the Facebook post that I made a few weeks ago:
of starting a proper blog. Topics will include 'Life of a disenchanted
nihilist from a busted-ass mill town somewhere in the rust belt', 'Non
sequitur greatest hits', and 'Why did I eat that?' - it's bound to be...
And this is the blog that followed. I've had the account for a while, but only used it as a means to try to trade Julian Cope bootlegs through, as you can see.
I'd like to regale all of you with a telling of one of my many misadventures, misconstrued by the ravages of time and booze, but it's 4:00 in the fucking morning.