William M Brandon IIIWilliam recently relocated to breathtaking and traffic-free Athens, Georgia, from back-breaking and happiness- eviscerating Los Angeles, California, where he came mercifully close to making a living as a hired gun writing and editing copy for variouscommercial enterprises and creative endeavors. He began his lifelong roadtrip in the deprecated sands of Las Vegas, Nevada, and as a result of a military patriarch, and a subsequent unabated restlessness, has changed addresses fifty-six times in thirty-eight years. Fearing for his alleged future he succumbed to a degree in Graphic Design, which proved a path of minor resistance, and by no means a door-opening maneuver. These days he earns his pittance from a real-life Kafkan nightmare and daydreams about sitting behind his typewriter working on his fifth novel, playing the drums in a project that is disrespectful of homogenous time signatures, and conversing with his astonishing wife and his brilliant six-year-old stepson. Read More Read Less