Meet Kev, a wonderful guy by all accounts. Well, maybe that isn't entirely accurate. Some might find him a little difficult to be around given his chronic memory problems, memory problems that have caught Kev and his friends (everyone in all of the infinite universes) in a sort of loop, a loop that won't be broken unless Kev can get his memories back and figure things out or all creation comes to a horrible end, a distinct possibility, given that Satan is quite sick of this whole existence thing. Of course, saving all of creation is far from all Kev will have to do. He will have to try to save humanity from a mad Bladrithian, the universe from himself and nihilistic Canadians, and survive a deadly intergalactic game show hosted by a psychotic autonomous electronic entity named B24ME. None of this will be easy with Kev's memories lost, lost at least for the most part most of the time, and his friends playing a game with him, a game with rules Kev has forgotten, rules that Kev's friends won't share with him (most of the time), and goals that are completely lost on him, a most unwelcome distraction from the core problems Kev faces. Join Kev as he travels back and forth in time, to other worlds and dimensions, has many enlightening green tea experiences (soon forgotten), falls in love with the girl, develops a lifelong friendship with Clive, is confounded by the diabolical Aputi, has many lovely encounters with a beautiful (most of the time) Nidian named Ruby, enjoys what time he can with his family, gets the scoop from Jesus, another wonderful guy, realizes who Satan is, develops a profound belief in God, and visits both heaven (briefly) and hell (for longer than he would like.)
About the Author: Tall (truly, staggeringly, menacingly, unusually), easy going (if you call screaming at the television when I can't find anything to watch easy going), engaging (in a way that speaks to my inner introvert, my external self, who, for better or for worse, would prefer to sit in a dark attic typing rather than enjoy time with others, others who are, I am quite certain, quite wonderful, but not quite as wonderful as sitting in the dark, typing), charismatic (I try. Truly I do, but I think that is a big part of the problem), energetic (perhaps I have misunderstood the meaning of this word, but I believe waking up every morning by ten definitely qualifies me for this description), active (look, typing can take a lot out of you. You try typing twenty thousand words in a day and see how you feel), athletic (um), intellectually stimulating (some people have said this, but often follow it with something along the lines of "When you are drunk." This bothers me more than a little because I don't drink), versatile (no, wait, I'm not), even tempered (in a less than even tempered way), a true believer (in things you won't believe), loving (always), full of laughter (at your expense), discombobulated (always), absent minded (yup), and vague (a terribly important characteristic for a writer), I enjoy spending my days playing badminton, chairing the anti-swimming league, saying things like, "Thou shalt not put mustard on my ham," or "Thou shalt not look at me that way," painting my fingers different colors with nail polish, finger painting with nail polish, sniffing nail polish, sniffing nail polish remover (Acetone, I believe. Wonderful stuff), yelling at my dog who insists on barking every thirty-seven seconds for no apparent reason other than to drive me insane, thinking up stupid ideas that really seem wonderful at the time I think them up (It's called mania, for those of you who don't know), breaking stuff (I am an expert), prank calling mortuaries and asking them if they've seen my father, explaining that he disappeared from the mortuary we sent him to and telling them that I believe he didn't like that one so I think he found a new one, leaving notes on cars (usually the types of notes that express profound dissatisfaction with the owner's parking job), and trying to hunt down my daughters who have completely forgotten how to use a phone (at least when it comes to calling me.)