Black Patrick bangs on guitars through giant amplifiers louder than thunder directly overhead, writes books perfectly suitable as Mother's Day gifts, and hates landlords almost as much as cops. Which is to the max. When he's not writing or blasting guitars, Black Patrick hunts down fascists and takes them out. For coffee. He's still attempting to understand what it's like to belong to a cult. Look out, Black Patrick will be bringing a pair of pliers. Because everybody needs a pair of pliers.
