B. York is not a writer. Nor is he an artist, a sportsman, a musician, a leader, or a follower. B isn’t an inspired youthful capable of making his mind bleed through a storm of ideas traversing his neural plane. His capability to imagine the incapable does not exist. The life which he led has always been lacking in discovery, meditation, and the centering of self. Then again, he could just be telling you a series of damn lies.
B. York is an aspiring artist and thinker with an Associates Degree in Multimedia Design. In future years, B plans to return to his medium of visual voracity and make the picture he inscribes be worth few words; the ones he deems them to.
And lastly, if you get confused or have aches of the brain whence speaking to B. York consider him working as intended.