From Calgary, Alberta.
Evelyn Wreckage is your left hand man, your trial by fire, your conscientious objector, your internal clock, your compass in the dark, your believer in a burnt church, your prayer for the dying, your voice for the voiceless, your reflex in the crisis, your defender of innocents, and your last leaf stubbornly clinging to the branch even as the snow is falling.

But don't expect too much.