L. Marshall James hails from northwest rural Pennsylvania, where he ran around barefoot and played 8-bit Nintendo when he wasn't playing with tar in the middle of the road. After a subpar high school performance, he obtained an associate's degree in information technology before realizing a powerful disdain for office jobs. Nonetheless, he worked in the IT field for over six years before calling it quits and joining his girlfriend in Southeast Asia for a traveling foray that lasted almost two years. He returned home just in time for Thanksgiving. Surprisingly enough, his family still loved him. At the time of publication, L. Marshall James is essentially a bum with no job and no permanent home. He would like to have both, but the wheres and hows of either are uncertain, as is much of his future.