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Toddy also lives in an old brick house with high ceilings and a leaky roof. There is also heat and electricity.
Toddy has a zombie. The zombie hangs out with a cochroach. They smoke... I mean, take all his 'meds'. They eat all his food.
They keep him up at all hours of the night. Toddy needs more ‘play’ time and less ‘work’ time. His dreams of artistic satisfaction and cosmic awesomeness have been replaced with cravings for a simple schedule of eat, sleep, poop (not necessarily in that order).
Having an unnatural immunity to religion due to a diet of forced fed formal Catholicism, he graduated with his first Bachelor’s degree in Graphic Design and the naive idea of how he might scar the world with his vision of it.
Instead, after two years of fighting the good fight as an ‘art-mercenary’, he was accidentally hired at the least likely place on the planet - a safety company... a place to hide... a place to hatch his evil schemes...
Fifteen years later, he’s bludgeoned his way to another Bachelor’s degree, this time in Industrial Design, gone through three girlfriends and two mental meltdowns. Now the smartest dumb guy on the planet, he has proven that he can be shot, stabbed, smacked, blown up, burned, back stabbed, pinched, poked, poisoned, pooped on, run over, kicked, clawed, clobbered, kapowed, kablooyed, and kablammed without breaking his stride.
Today, Toddy makes his home in Pittsburgh along side a menagerie of ‘mean little men’, his zombie, the cochroach, and his evil plans of overflowing the world until it’s drowning in absolute and utter silliness.
Hot Toddy can be contacted at: Hot-Toddy@PUzine.com
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