Noah Barnett was born in Washington and grew up playing with firecrackers and GI Joes. His first taste of adolescent love struck over a broken pile of plastic corpses. Baroness stood atop the mound, and thus began his infatuation with bad girls.
He more or less taught himself to read while attending public school. Those good times soon came crashing down. By his early twenties, he was snorting coffee grounds daily and searching the mean streets of Arlington Heights for a new Java Bean dealer. In desperation, he turned to local expresso and mocha stands dotted around the North West.
Thankfully by his thirties, he had settled down to a life of mediocre writing. Currently lives in Marysville, Washington and works from home. He says his addictions are a thing of the past, but the nervous caffeine induced twitches suggest otherwise.