Charles Key

Charles Key is a hugely unsuccessful author, who enjoys long walks on the ceiling, staring longingly at shadowed corners, eating breakfast cereal and laughing at hearing words mispronounced. His lifelong efforts to become the head foot juggler at Joe’s Toxic Waste Emporium and to be able to lick his elbow are still out of reach, but not for lack of trying. Charles lives in a city with a name in a country with a name, on Earth, with his spouse, a couple canines and an absurd amount of sweatshirts.