Jason Reynolds lives in Portland, Oregon with legion of feline shock troops who refuse to get so much as a paper route to chip in for rent or god forbid their shit-sand. When not shoveling loads of congealed cat urine out of a plastic box, he spends time cycling, playing video games, painting and sculpting miniatures, working in the art and sign area of a grocery store, and trying desperately to overcome a grisly and overpowering fear of rejection that leaves his artistic ambitions quivering, useless, and sweaty in a faces-of-meth parody of failure.

     Often mistaken for a less-ugly Christian Slater, a not-nearly-as-good-looking Johnny Depp, or some kind of Morlock-esque sewer goblin, Jason would like to illustrate roleplaying game books and comics, because, sadly, if he indeed does have any kind of superpowers or mutant supernatural ability, they damn sure would have manifested by now.