"I am certainly not one of those who need to be prodded. In fact, if anything, I am the prod."
When handed a pocket radio, I chose to smash it on the ground. "I choose to make my own music, if it pleases you. Perhaps even if it doesn't, " I say.
It was in this fashion that Brad Biddix chose to live out his days. When asked to look back and reflect upon his life, particularly his early years in urban North Carolina, he simply responded with "What's the point?"
Indeed, conducting an interview with this notorious human being was a difficult task.
Mr. Biddix recently gained the attentions of people nationwide recently, when he set a new standard in modern literature for obscure ramblings and publishing works of seemingly insane "insiders only" information. In fact, his works have been considered to "make absolutely no sense," and to "quickly descend into chaos and babbling."
"Look," he was reported to say,"this shit has taken on a life of it's own" And it would seem to be the case.
Mr. Biddix grew up in several towns in and around Charlotte, North Carolina. From a young age, he was an inspired artist, writer, and lover of literature. He has been spotted with material from Hunter S. Thompson and Charles Bukowski, to name a few. It is unclear whether or not these are his inspirations, or just authors that he feels some sort of vague connection to. It is also known that he is a student of film and philosophy, an avid lover of drink and relaxation, and somewhat dabbles in the culinary arts.
Mr. Biddix currently resides in Bangor, ME, though rumor heavily implies that he is about to relocate to Ellsworth, so he can "be closer to work"
It is also known that he lives with his spouse, Erica Smith, and that they carry on heated debtes, ranging from topics of criticism, the arts, what to spend money on and culinary tastes, all the way down to the nature vs. nurture train of thought.
When we last tried to catch up with him, Mr. Biddix quickly dodged us, making further interviews almost impossible.
As of this writing, we are currently scouring the local watering holes, sure that he will eventually turn up.
Biddix--very fun piece to read, and I imagine to write: loose, easy, good rhythm, nice control of the third-person tone, genuinely funny, not overly cutesy, good sense of pastiche.
ReplyDeleteBut if you don't give me a standard and uncreative type font, you may have to be held personally and legally responsible for old guy blindness and for the old guy trip to the home for the insane.