Charles wasn't ready for this.
He knew working at a group home for mentally handicapped residents-many of whom have additional diagnoses like Down syndrome, Tourette's, and paranoid schizophrenia-would be hard. The hours would be long, the pay would be low, the food would suck.
But he had no idea how much he'd like it. Or how much he'd grow up while he worked there.
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Nick Wisseman lives in the woods of Michigan with his wife, kids, ten dogs, sixty cats, and forty horses. (The true number of pets is an order of magnitude smaller, but most days it feels like more.) He's not quite sure why he loves writing twisted fiction, but there's no stopping the weirdness once he's in front of a computer. You can find the complete list of oddities on his website.