Tripp cut himself from the womb with a rotary blade so he could put veteran's day on his birth certificate and forever have the day off work. He then ran away to be raised by badgers at the gates of Tartarus. After living by the mantra "If it bleeds, we can kill it," and watching the Battle of Fallujah on TV he promptly joined the Marine Corps as a combat cameraman so he could steal the souls of those killed by the Marines he was with. He deployed to Afghanistan with 2/7 and 3/4 in '08, and '09-'10 respectively, then went on a couple of MEUs so he could drink on the ocean and anger sailors by calling their ship a "boat." He has multiple awards for books he hasn't even written, once deadlifted a battleship, outwitted a sphinx, knows Victoria's secret, is an award winning photographer, and at all times has been the best guitar player in the barracks.
You can find more of Tripp’s art and his book series “Smokepit Fairytales” here. You can follow Tripp here.
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