Kevin overthinks. A lot. He writes. Not enough. He lives across the street from Lake Michigan and keeps petitioning to get it rebranded as an ocean. He knows that's not how it works, but he has to have something to do with his weeknights. He is endlessly fascinated by the way people behave towards themselves, and each other. That makes him a great guest and a heavy drinker. Not that he drinks a lot, he just has a lot of mass. Also, people are attracted to him. But it hurts your eyes if you look directly at him without proper equipment. Kevin is a white dwarf star.