It’s ABOUT time you looked here.

I’m not writing a fucking bio. I am Magnum Carter. And that makes me no one. If you want to know more, the proof is in the pudding. The pudding being the writing…well, let’s face it, the pudding is drugs. I like pudding. However, too much pudding can ruin your life. If you’re eating 14 tubs of ice cream every evening, sooner or later you’ll be happy and the powers that be will come down on you like they always do (sneakily and like little bully losers from school, but you will end up with cancer or something I’m afraid). And there you go, a poorly executed metaphor or whatever, and suddenly you know all about me. Perfect.