Washed ashore in the macadam deserts and aluminum wastes suburban desertification had taken from the Great Dismal Swamp in the commonwealth of Virginia, the child that would later be known as Shane Cooper wasn’t so much raised as babysat in oppressively Machiavellian soap opera filled or library-silent-but-for-the-single-ticking-clock extra rooms of apathetic hausfraus. One way he found to survive was to draw. It was quiet, which pleased the hausfraus and it allowed him to imagine better stories than the one he was living.
In the days when King Michael ruled Pop and Reagan governed America, Shane came to the verdant forests and pastoral farmlands that had been scraped away in suburban desertification to make way for the macadam deserts and vinyl wastes of the commonwealth of Pennsylvania. There he was taught that people who like to draw silly cartoons and comic book characters might be able to make a living as architects. So instead he got married, had kids, settled down in a moldy, dilapidated, uninsulated former summer cottage and learned to build, repair and renovate the McMansions that make up the suburban wastes. But when time permits, he still likes to draw and write stories and he’s desperately trying to learn to love the story he’s living.