S. Alldredge

Chain-smoking, chair-kicking, freelance cultural arsonist. J. throws things at me and I give my fully uneducated, caffeine induced tear-downs from atop my lofty perch upon madness. I began writing at a very young age. I've been published in two national anthologies, and began my reviewing/chaotic ranting several years ago with a small, local magazine from my hometown "The People Under The Stairs". Currently I divide my time between blowing whistles at my sexy harem of Derby girls, flinging paint at unwilling canvases, and blowing dust off my typewriter in hopes to have a book appear.