PJ Farrar writes speculative fiction and creative nonfiction, which is a fancy way of saying he makes things up and then insists some of it really happened. His story "The Kindly One" appeared in The Greyrock Review, proof that five years in the US Navy and a subsequent tour of America's finest odd jobs — line cook, telemarketer, janitor, factory hand, apartment manager, car washer, day laborer, pharmacy technician, and a stint or two in criminal justice — can be converted into something resembling literature. He is functionally adult, fiscally responsible, socially liberal, and spiritually neutral, with a settled preference for ideas, sarcasm, and beer, roughly in that order. His interests include oxymora, flights of fancy, and the slow, ongoing indignity of getting older. He lives somewhere, does things, and remains, against most odds, still writing.