A. P. Woods
A.P. is a dirtbag and writer from the Hippy Mecca called Hot Springs, Montana, and is currently roughing the rugged terrain of Seattle. By day, A.P. works as a grunt in the city’s lowest-barrier homeless shelter, and by night can be found chain smoking on the porch, scrawling poetry and short stories. Other hobbies include daydreaming in the piss stinking alleys of downtown or lounging at the nude beach.
