When people speak about their identity, some include a dry sense of humour. Me? An art school dropout and a Harvard grad, I have a damp sense of death. (I live in a rainforest.) I lived in the Downtown Eastside in Vancouver Canada since 2001. I wrote facing the Lions Mountain and looking over CRAB Park and the Port. I listened to the trains. I crave darkly comic fairy tales of our time. I read and write stories to quench this need.