Razorblades and Stolen Poetry
An eccentric twenty-something currently toiling in the labyrinth of retail semi-management, Xan spends the occasional day off watching the Sci-Fi channel and concocting elaborate plans for world domination in Civilization 4. Among the many other projects currently neglected by the wayside, he also writes/illustrates a semi-autobiographical comic entitled, “The Grand Adventures of Xan and Topher,” writes lyrics for the fledgling band Strange Angels (for which he will eventually play bass), and randomly attempts to teach himself guitar whenever the mood strikes.
One day he will go to college and maintain the attention span required to stay there.
Xan is the proud parent of one puppy, four cats, and iguana and a turtle, and resides in the Florida panhandle with his adorable and much-loved fiance, Tophmonster.
Hey! So you’re learning the guitar eh? Cool, I really need to start playing more often. How is everything? I haven’t spoken to either of you two in such a long time. I feel very disconnected… lol. Anyways, give me a call sometime. Later.
Gabriel
Almost gone now, what was once grand and shinny all covered in glitter has faded into bleary memory, the shadow of a stranger passing on the street…
I am, as always, truly sorry.