“My favorite character was the sewer cat. It was a brief cameo, but I just think the sewer cat could be the purrfect antihero in a sequel, which I will write. I did not care for the characterization of the other cat which gets mentioned, and who cares about the dog. The dog is dumb.”

Coming soon, digital downloads for my self-published debut novel, Your Silent Face.

What lies ahead that doesn’t suck? Summer break forces Stuart Page to return home and wrestle with his fraying ties to the East Side of Flint, his memory an archive of cassettes he would like to erase. His freshman year of college was lame. More early Cure than Spandau Ballet, he might be overheard saying. More Gary Numan than Falco.

Flustered by visits from a stoic viking, fueled by an endless supply of beer, Stu picks apart an obsession with the lead singer of Joy Division and chugs the sour dregs of insecurity as he drunkenly veers through Flint’s blue collar fight culture, summer hook ups, the aftereffects of Old School Catholicism and Reaganomics in Your Silent Face.