Situated precariously on knife point somewhere between Detroit and Chicago, I live in Trigger City: A self-induced delusion of a monochrome Midwestern urban wasteland where Philip Marlowe sips gimlets at the Corner Bar, Frank Castle owns the local pawn shop, Hannibal Lecter is my psychologist, Edward R. Murrow is the nightly news anchor, Tyler Durdan runs the boxing club, the MacManus brothers are our patrol officers, Rick Grimes is county sheriff, H.P. Lovecraft orchestrates the writing group, and Dracula pours my coffee at the Nightshift Cafe.
