<p>M. J. Guns is a monster. He drinks an excessive amount of island coffee from a steel mug forged in a pit of uncertainty and misdirection. It's not clear whether it's the effects of this mug or the result of hyper-caffeination (probably a bit of both), but he regularly shoots his mouth off without warning… or any discernible filters.</p>
<p>A lover of ellipses, horrible puns, and parenthetical asides, M. J. happily travels the world of imagination… a nomad who isn't mad (or angry).</p>
