Jay Provo is a new author who lives with some pets in the United States. His dreams of mediocrity as a
child have come to remarkable fruition. Besides having an excessive uneasiness and impending sense of
doom, he casually goes about his meaningless existence like most mindless automatons. He has heated
leather theater seats that are disassembled and stored in his brother’s basement because he needed a
pullout couch to make it look like he occasionally welcomes company. If he’s ever lost don’t tell him
where to go because he might end up somewhere he wants to be.