About

My name is Erik Rundquist I was born in  Minnesota in November of ’86 so yeah, I’m a bit of a youngin compared to some people. I am a Hunting and Fishing major by trade; History and English major by society. I like the simple things in life. I enjoy eating a good book every now and then; also reading a good meal, (or is that the other way round?). I like sciencfiction and most everything British, roughly the same thing. I am not a hippie but rather a well groomed mountainman. I really like soft fuzzy creatures of nature, they fill with a special sense of warmth and charm; especially when served with a little Jack Daniels over an open fire. In my short Life I’ve only come to hate two people: William Faulkner and George W. Bush . My hatered for them can only be described in the miles of burning coals I would walk on to spit in their shoes.

 A Reasonbly Short, Slighty Romanticized yet Mostly Accurate History of my Life

When I was five I fell down some stairs, scarring me for life ever since I’ve had an uncontrollable fear of Newt Gingrich. (He was on T.V.) When I was nine I was moved to the middle of nowhere there I learned to hate small towns. When I was fifteen I drove my first car into a ditch, since then I can’t listen to Rush. When I was sixteen I got Hypothermia to the point I couldn’t feel my lower half, it was a chilling experiance. When I was seventeen I lit myself on fire in shop class. It was the birth of a Pyro. When I was nineteen I went to lunch one day and decided to be an English  Major. After taking a Brit Lit course I decided to be a writer instead. Now I’m twenty-one young, stupid and mostly invincible; just ask the bear I wrestled this summer.