Local music junkie and starving artist/writer/insomniac in his spare time.

Frequently seen hanging about Sacramento area record stores, used bookshops, or such disreputable locations as The True Love Coffeehouse, Luna's Cafe, or Old Ironsides, this creature is easily identified by his penchant for dark clothing, incoherent ramblings, and an ever-present indestructable black fedora known only as The Hat™

Armed with a Bachelors Degree in Psychology from U.C. Davis (which only goes to show why you should never trust psychologists), Troy suffers from a rare form of Tourettes Syndrome which causes him to continually spout obscure references to forgotten British television series, independent films, and bands no one's ever heard of, unless beaten unconscious, gagged, and shoved down a well.

Troy is 25 years old, never updates his website, and currently lives in a wonderfully antiquated converted victorian off of P street.