J. Ishiro Finney is an author of horror, gritty sci-fi, and neo-noir. He is 5’6”, weighs 155 lbs on a full bladder, and has black hair that is slowly going silver. If someone was to play J. Ishiro in a movie of his life, it would be a young Brad Dourif, best known as being the voice of Chucky—although Ishiro is more akin to Brad’s portrayal of the Twisted Mentat Piter De Vries in the film Dune.
If J. Ishiro were a beverage, he’d be a cup of scalding coffee. If J. Ishiro were a celestial body he’d be a planetoid in the Oort Belt. J. Ishiro’s best friend is a rodent. He gets his best ideas while in a half-awake state. He eats raw oatmeal. Every day. He listens to music that could be mistaken for a factory collapsing. He’s seen ghosts, spontaneous human combustion, and a UFO in broad daylight. One of those prior statements is not true. J. Ishiro does not believe in ghosts. The UFO was a silver disc gliding over an Air Force Base. Spontaneous human combustion is impossible.
If you were to break J. Ishiro down into his key chemical components he’d be at least 3% coffee. The rest would be piss and vinegar. His atomic number is 60: Neodymium. When J. Ishiro throws parties he serves heavy water and yellow cake.