Jerem Morrow wishes he hadn't waited until 3ish a.m. to type this. His head hurts. His back aches. He's not been properly laid in a while. Wait...this is the sort of info you expected, right? No? Damn...okay.

Jerem Morrow didn't go to Harvard, but he knows a chap who did. He thinks people who don't fear zombies are unrealistic. He's also in constant contact with an uber clandestine group of zombie monkey ninjas intent upon spreading the word of Thai food to the furthest reaches of the world...but we can't discuss that. Your spleen smells funny. Did you know that? Were you not aware?

Jerem Morrow has been compelled to draw/create since he can remember. A rather silly phrase, that. He lives in NC with his two children, whom he's convinced are really wayward hobbits in disguise. His friends sometimes tell him he's sick. Not like, the bird flu, but y'know...that poster of Bea Arthur shagging the Toxic Avenger can't be a good sign. But what do they know? Van Gogh was misunderstood too. But he also cut off his bloody ear, so nevermind...