Phillip Emmons

My identity is a rickety edifice thrown together higgeldy-piggeldy by random coincidences, social constructs, and genetic predispositions. Every four or five years it completely collapses and I'm forced to begin anew. Of course, the insecure foundations are responsible for every identity crisis I've ever survived, but I do love my shiny, chrome crutch, and would not be without it for all the false sense of security sold by every power monger on the planet. Good day.