The author is a 45 year old shingle factory worker living just outside of Delacroix, Louisiana. He's friendly-on-the-surface and makes roughly $37,000 a year. What he doesn't send to his son who doesn't talk to him anymore he spends on Elvis memorabilia and whiskey decanters. He likes bowling alone with a pitcher of Bud Heavy. He believes the Rapture has already come and he was just a bad person, so he doesn't try anymore.
His wife died but he didn't really care.
