Trees Do Not Bloom In The Desert by Shawn Evan Holmes
How does one write a bio? I surely do not know. So let us get to the facts. Shawn Evan Holmes is desert trash born and raised in Las Vegas the first 18 years of his life. Following an abrupt emergence of shit in the atmosphere, Vegas no longer was his home. The Midwest, the west coast, some fucked up bed or couch has provided shelter for thee since that first departure. Shit even a two star La Quinta in Albuquerque was a place of refuge for a month or so. Michigan, is the latest and greatest bed and breakfast he has come upon. Each day that becomes the night, Shawn puts the factory gloves (That don’t help for shit) down before kissing his board and booze goodnight. He’s then welcomed home in the lovely arms of a goddess who breaks more hearts than a Parkinson's stricken cardiologist.