Stim Brimley (BRIMM-LEE) is the great-great-great grandson of immigrants. You can reach his agent, Brian Stimson, at brianstimson@yahoo.com.
Journalist by trade, comic avenging artist by night (and due to exigent circumstances*) he was forced by the beings-that-be never to attend arts school. Not-so-closeted of a cheapskate, Brimley is classically untouched and penniless, so locating, prosecuting, or mugging him are baseless and likely would end in complaint at replacing identification and credit cards.
Brimley doesn’t like: Skin Cancer, Feeble Animals, Ringers, Undercooked Donuts, Twitter, Prohibitionists
Brimley likes: Roustabouts, Potency, Fare-Skinned Lasses, Fornication, Grey World Views, Casserole, Kiwi Fruits, Starships, Starfish.
Brimley appreciates when people notice that his like of “Potency” collides with his dislike of Skin Cancer, Prohibitionists, Ringers and Twitter. Brimley can appreciate potent versions of his dislikes, but doesn’t like them. He likes it when you can appreciate this.
