Born in Buffalo and rooted in Columbus since '99, I'm writing The Golden Griddle Employee Handbook, a cosmic satire that treats corporate dystopia like the horror genre it deserves to be. I like systems that claim to care about people but optimize them out of existence, and stories that find the mythic in the mundane—like how a diner in Hale County, Alabama becomes a case study in soul extraction.

Expect humor that doesn't flinch from tragedy, absurdity grounded in working-class reality, flashes of cosmic bureaucracy, and corporate politics that still reek of bacon grease and broken dreams. This is about humanity banned from the stars but perfecting the art of weaponizing breakfast, about what happens when the universe says "no" and we respond by building empires out of spite and syrup.

My work examines what we lose when authenticity gets acquired, when heritage becomes a trademark, and when the only thing we preserve is the liability waiver. It's about resilience in systems designed to crush it, about what happens when you try to scale soul, and about why that skillet matters even after everything else is gone.