My name is Scott and I'm just a man. I like to read and to write — but to write most especially. I embrace the scent of cheap tobacco smoke with the same affection I hold for the taste of fine champagne and the burn of good bourbon. I am given to fits of mad euphoric joy, dreams of sweet sorrow and great harrowing tempers. I'm just a man — but once upon a time in Parisian bar, I bought a whiskey sour for a god with a smile morose enough to be my own. And that was the beginning and end of everything.