Should be considered armed and dangerous. Wanted in relation to 27 counts of interstellar piracy, and unrelated charges of theft, smuggling, common nuisance, loitering, skipping of bar tabs, illegal time travel, smoking in designated non smoking star systems, monkey laundering, treason, robot abuse, fraudulent representation as a religious minister, farting in restricted airlocks, jaywalking, serving alcohol to Minotaurs, computer heckling, contraband possession, arson, and intent to use explosive devices in the name of journalism.

Under no circumstances allow him to buy you a drink.

(Should be considered armed and dangerous. Wanted in relation to 27 counts of interstellar piracy, and unrelated charges of theft, smuggling, common nuisance, loitering, skipping of bar tabs, illegal time travel, smoking in designated non smoking star systems, monkey laundering, treason, robot abuse, fraudulent representation as a religious minister, farting in restricted airlocks, jaywalking, serving alcohol to Minotaurs, computer heckling, contraband possession, arson, and intent to use explosive devices in the name of journalism.

Under no circumstances allow him to buy you a drink.)

Zaxley Nash: 2012 Towel Day Ambassador. Founder of Galactic Hitchhikers, and Space Pope of Froodism. Teacher of the ways of the Taowelism, the Tao of the Towel. Self proclaimed professional slacker, and pizza enthusiast. A weird space wizard of some kind, diagonally parked in a parallel universe. Self Aggrandizing Speaker of Self in the Third Person…

Originally from New Betel, a small colony world in the vicinity of Betelgeuse in the XY8S Z GAMMA star system. Before coming to the Earth Zaxley found work as a space pirate, and a smuggler, sometimes taking part time jobs as a bartender.

After coming to the Earth Zaxley found work as a space pirate, and a smuggler, sometimes taking part time jobs as a bartender. Earth did not end up being a very good place for space piracy, and Zaxley was never very good at it anyways. After a few years of desperation he gave up on getting a lift way from Earth and decided to stay awhile and make his name as a little known blogger.

Zaxley Nash currently resides and abides in a smallish apartment in a smallish town near the Indiana Dunes with his wife, and several Zen masters, all of them cats.

He can usually be found at the beach, doing field research.

Roughing it, slumming it, facing terrible odds.

Copious amounts of beer.

Action, adventure, and really wild things.