Raised alongside genetically altered corn and man-eating carp, Jeffrey Hale is no stranger to suburban horror. He has been accosted by goat-human hybrids, chased by horny, inbred wenches, attacked by giant killer bees, and survived countless hours of prime-time television. When he isn’t busy fighting for his life, he can be found reading, writing, playing the bass guitar, or otherwise making a damn fool of himself.