Jim is a signage and fabricated metals estimator, an artist who has shown and sold works throughout the US, and novice writer. Though his style may suggest otherwise, this blog is not his first go at writing: He was published at the University of Massachusetts and, while reciting his poems at a campus coffee house in front of faculty and fellow students who clearly had nothing better to do, they demanded that he “speak up”. Take that Stephen King.
Originally from the US state of Vermont, Jim spends a good deal of time running, murdering the German language, and, thanks to his young child and Golden Retriever, dealing with large quantities of poo. At the time of this article, Jim was overheard muttering, in very broken German, something about “dogs…diapers…it never ends” before collapsing into soft fits of heart-wrenching sobs.
Jim lives in Bad Mergentheim, Germany with his stunning and extremely patient wife, Eve, and their two odiferous dependents, Sam (human) and Buster (thinks he’s human).