Writer, fighter, philosopher. You can call me Knockoff.

Too many thoughts, too little time, just enough energy to get out of bed; it’s always a mote touch and go, though. I’m Andrew.

Potentially a god, very likely a sod. A man who is overly passionate about the sneaky themes lurking behind narrative art. A man who has indiscriminately consumed more media than is healthy. A man who Chris Crocker once called “a pig.” Truly. My fiction reflects a dark side I have no business containing, but my humor suggests a level of intelligence there simply isn’t any evidence for.

I’m a ghostwriter who dreams of being alive.