Steve Gillies

The fire was real. I did wake up at 4:40 am one morning, first thinking a neighbors' alarm was going off, then ended up standing outside in my pajamas watching injured firemen get stretchered out as my building burned. That was ten years ago. I've had some version of this story cluttering up my hard drive since, waiting until I had enough distance from that period to make some sense out of it. The rest is mostly made up. My face isn't hideous, cheese is not disgusting, and I got a check-plus on my 7th grade Anton Van Leewenhook report. I did date my fare share of mutants though.