
Stephen Tramontana was a fat kid. And like a lot of fat kids, he grew up on a healthy diet of horror movies, comic books, licensed 80's cartoons, action figures, and ridicule by classmates who didn't understand his genius. Or was it his Aspergers? Either way, it was a weird time. Slowly but surely, he built up a nice, useless base of knowledge that guaranteed limited career options. He now spends his time working on writing television pilots, comic books, articles for Manolith, eating fast food, lying about eating fast food to his fiance, drinking Scotch, and visiting Golden Apple Comics. Which he thinks is a really, really awesome comic book store. Oh, and he's no longer as fat, but still has "birthing hips."
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