A.F. Knott is a self taught artist/novelist. He’s had more careers than Joan Rivers had face lifts. Initially leaving college to work in Louisiana’s offshore oil industry, he then worked as a parking lot attendant, then delivered lunches in midtown Manhattan, then installed computers, then worked for a paper broker doing cold sale followed by two years of full time thoroughbred horse race handicapping (because Charles Bukowski said you had to). He then went to night school while working as a cyclotron engineer before losing his mind completely and becoming a doctor, practicing for fifteen years. He is now writes depraved, unpalatable fiction while supporting himself selling equally depraved yet somewhat marketable street art, hand made cards, stickers and collages in New York City.