art by tatiana tulskaya
| Heitham Black was born many years ago under a lucky star in London, England. Unable to bond with his parents or, indeed, any figures of authority, he found himself in constant shit from the age of about five. Proudly excluded from school and with little except a great pot smoking ability in his favor, he... erm... smoked pot. Oh, and skateboarded. Forced into dead end jobs to support himself he resolved to go to university to study Classics (it was at the front of the prospectus).
Put off academia by the study of Ovid's Fasti he decided to drink and erm ... smoke a bit more. After his degree he was shafted and got in some more trouble before training as a high school teacher, like all the other losers. For seven years he was confused with students and told to get his hair cut. During this time he started and abandoned several hardcore humor bands and learnt to play guitar. Now he has stupidly given up work to write. He reads Trocchi, Trumbo, Wittgenstein and Catullus. He listens to Fugazi, Rocket from The Crypt, and Albert Ayler - excellence by association. Heitham Black is clearly schizoid (why else would he write about himself in 3rd person?). Heitham has been published before.