Everson Cook grew up on the mean streets of a small, rural town in Wisconsin, population 2,000. It was here that he learned what it meant to be a man (Guns! Drinking! Swearing! Swordplay…eh, maybe not that one so much…).

A child of the 80s, Everson wasn’t provided adequate internet access (blasphemous!), so he was forced to entertain himself in other ways. And force himself he did! He devoured every book (Are You There God? It’s me, Margret and Hardy Boys Mysteries), movie (Revenge of the Nerds and Porky’s), television show (Saturday Night Live and Monty Python and The Flying Circus), and cartoon (Smurfs and He-Man) he could get his hands on. And while this did nothing for his nutrition, it did plenty for his mind. Which is to say, it warped it. 

Then he decided to become a writer (or an author when he’s feeling fancy). 

He wrote whenever he was awake, and sometimes when he wasn’t (which was extremely difficult and read like gibberish). He told stories full of action, adventure, and dick jokes, that made his friends laugh, because they were all immature. Soon, he was devouring their laughter (which was lighter and contained less calories than the books, movies, television shows, and cartoons from his youth). 

Now an adult, Everson has two kids whom he amuses with potty humor, much to his wife’s chagrin. He lives in St. Paul, MN, where his lack of sword skills is, thankfully, not really a detriment. And he regularly finds himself drinking.

Everson Cook hopes his stories make you laugh as much as they do his friends. 

Otherwise, he’ll starve.