Philip Loyd loves fat women and cheap beer, though not necessarily in that order. He has written for Forbes, McGraw Hill, TheStreet.com, and The San Francisco Chronicle, every time running for his life after waking up as if from a bad dream.
Why did he work for such corporate shrills? Because he got horny one night and found himself married. To further complicate things, he got horny again and became a dad.
Loyd is represented by NY Literary Agent Jan Kardys, a wonderful lady. What she’s doing hanging out with a rakehellian like Loyd, is a mystery indeed.