Hello and welcome. My name is Max - spinner of yarn, rider of bike, believer of Bigfoot.

I recently finished writing my first novel. It's a crime/comedy about man who, as a child, once shared 7 minutes of screen time with Tom Cruise. And the only thing he's done in the 40 years since is have a nervous breakdown. But today, believing he's on the verge of securing the comeback roll of a lifetime, he's taken refuge in a hotel before his big audition. After a few drinks to loosen up he awakens in the clutches of a femme fatale, wanted for murder, and shaken down by a few dangerous goons who believe he's stolen from them. Which is fine. If it could all just wait until after the audition...

I've also got a new collection of short fiction filled with apocalypses, criminals, monsters, cannibals, and Texas. A release date remains pending on these works, but if you type your email address in below, you'll be the first to read them. If you don't type in your email address below, there's no telling what could happen.

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Now that you've averted disaster (for now), you can read Thirst, a story of mine about disaster that Chicago Public Radio recently published and recorded. In the opening line, the world ends. To find out what happens after, you can read/listen here

And if listening is your thing, I've got good news: I'm starting The MAD Fictioncast, a fiction-filled podcast where you'll hear stories very likely to give you sweaty palms and a quickened pulse. You'll burn calories just by listening.  

Then you can move on to McSweeney's.net and read about my very first, very exclusive writing class. 

And don't forget Dislocated, a graphic novel about a lonely grocery store clerk who wakes up to find that everyone in sight has seemingly died overnight. Also adding to his problems: parents that just don't understand, a broken heart, the insidious threat hunting him outside, and a jailbreak at the local zoo. 

Speaking of zoos, my favorite animals are Godzilla, Bigfoot, and the Giant Squid. 

I was once a background actor on television and met P. Diddy on the set of C.S.I. Miami. I told him I loved his work in there. I lied.

My hometown was listed as one of Buzzfeed's 12 Bleakest Places on Earth.

The truth is out there.