My name is the gentleman with itchy legs, and I am Tim Fite‘s former roommate. Tim asked me to write this artist statement, because he is too chicken shit to write his own statement, and he thinks we are friends. We are not friends. He was counting on me to write nice things about his art and music, and talk about how he makes work that can be angry and funny at the same time – maybe even invite you to check out timfite.com – I’m not going to do that. I am just going to make believe that I am doing that, and submit this half-assed statement as is. Joke’s on you, Tim Fite. Get a job!