Although he will often deny this at parties, Andrew Coltrin's fiction is not actually based on his own experiences as a time traveler. That line never really gets him anywhere at parties anyway. At various points in his life, Coltrin has worked in bookstores, coffee shops, and special education classrooms. He tends to regard various modes of rail transportation as members of his extended family and owns more manual typewriters than is absolutely necessary. Once upon a time he made zines about being abducted by terribly mundane aliens who forced him to wear polyester and sell tickets at a movie theater. Now he's too busy checking Facebook on his smartphone to play with photocopiers. Which is a shame. I hope he's proud of himself and what he's done to his family.
