Mike Graf

I'm working on my "big", satirical, world-view novel and a couple of screenplay ideas at the moment. Just finished up a gig as a Comedy Writer and Co Host on Internet Radio that surprisingly left me despising Ryan Seacrest, less, and loathing the rest of humanity, more. I've managed to make it to 47 earth years (nearly 48 in Utero), and with the benefit of the name, mike, have managed to masquerade through every profession known to mankind with the exception of Salt Applicator in a Pretzel Factory - which sounds quite groovy as long as salt granulars are included in the "bennies". Besides tugging at my own receding hairline, I enjoy irrationally pounding at the gates of success, so that I have a logical reason to curse rheumatoid arthritis in my imminent golden years. I thoroughly enjoy cooked carrots, and consistently rage against those who disparage fresh peas. Worse, yet, I consider the word "veggie" to be a leftover abomination from the high chair, and social media "connections" a stalagmite from below it. Although most of these personality traits drag my E Harmony Compatibility Dimension below sea level, I still find that they cumulatively attract more feedback than Internet Radio. Thank, God, Ryan is safe.