About Adolf Kafka
Grandchild of illiterate immigrants, Adolf Kafka is a real nice moniker for this particular writer who hopes to keep to tradition by remaining displaced and poorly read. Infamous at parties for either clamming up or boring to tears whoever he gets ahold of, ‘Adolf’ climbs on his younger cousin’s (Dr Gonzo) coattails as a maudlin art cougar, with anticipated paunch and self-loathing.
Besides smoking, his interests include looking up at the sky and restoring vintage tubas. His favourite food remains his mother’s cheesecake; his favourite band remains Cream; his favourite girl remains Slovenian; his favourite poet is either Thomas or Shakespeare or Hafiz, depending on his mood. What he’d like to be when he grows up remains ‘run over by a truck’ and the only thing he’d like to do before he goes is best left unsaid or it’ll never come true.
He’d like to thank the masons for their continued diligence and hopes beyond hope that he’s just a video game in some alien kid’s bedroom