Richard Stephen Kram loves white pizza, table-top games, the movie Bladerunner (Casablanca is a close second), and walks around barefoot. He worries about extinction from a random gamma ray burst, the decline of classic rock and roll, and invading minions. Most skies (especially stormy ones) and monster waves are among things he considers most beautiful. He lives in Las Vegas with his wife and far too many nostalgic knick-knacks, where he gave up playing poker to write science fiction, poetry, fantasy, and YA.
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