Born on October 3rd, 1976, David Everett Fisher has tripped on the shadows of trees in the Pacific Northwest his entire life. He has been told to be a comedian or a therapist but refuses to do anything the right way. You can find him lost in the aisles at Powell’s bookstore and on one bus or another in the Portland area.
love your writing, DEF! thanks for inspiring me to get off my ass and do something today–if not useful, at least to feed my sleepy soul. yeah, that gal in the green dress is something special, ain’t she?