Once there was a kid named Zach.
Zach was a simple fellow. He enjoyed long walks in the rain, aged cheese and the occasional sweet treat.
Art was always important to Zach and so was washing his hands.
If Zach couldn’t have done art for a living, he would have been a bum living in a tough shed somewhere near Panguitch.
Zach loved anything that Tim Burton touched and animated motion pictures.
Music was important to Zach and he listened to a lot of Cure, Danny Elfman, Morrissey and other uplifting artists.
Zach loved Halloween and Halloween loved him back. It was beautiful.
Zach helped bring three children into the world and didn’t even get in trouble for it.
When Zach was fourteen, he saw Sasquatch in the Wasatch Mountains.
Zach never has and never will own any yellow clothing.