B Lynch is a writer; that much is certain. What his first name is…isn’t.
He was born April 23rd, during the Reagan Administration, to a mustachioed automobile enthusiast and a woman that some say is part hummingbird. From an early age up until the prolonged adolescence of college, he read; it was only after Michael Bay trapped him in a coffee shop for six hours that he began to write.
He lives somewhere in Philadelphia. You may be able to track him by the empty packages of pita chips or his brightly-colored droppings… but for your ease, he can be reached at the following e-mail address: B [at] blynchbooks [dot] com.