ANDREW THOMAS BRESLIN lives in Philadelphia with his girlfriend, three cats, and all his broken dreams. He is an unrepentant misanthrope, and he hates everyone, regardless of race, creed, political affiliation, or inconvenient special diets. He disagrees with most people about most things and the few people who agree with him tend to be unbearable assholes.

The few things he does like include: the aforementioned cats and girlfriend, his banjo, his mountain bike, potatoes, ganja, chocolate soymilk, and mathematics.