My Wisconsinite core demands brandy old-fashioneds and annual Packer Super Bowl wins. My inner New Yorker craves clam pies and summer days on Rockaway Beach. Esquire and Tin House have published my short fiction. I recently completed a novel about a musician’s plan to sink his band’s fourth album and am working on a novel about a failed businessman who becomes a gun dealer during the deadliest summer in Chicago history. 

If I’m not writing or working I’m road-tripping around the US. In the picture below, I’m at Prada Marfa in Valentine TX, one of my last Texas stops on a drive from Dallas to Los Angeles. 

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