It’s remarkable ZH Gill is among us at all, let alone producing heartfelt and hilarious prose about his, shall we say, misadventures. ZH goes into depth about his struggles with mental health, his time in a psych ward as a teen, his terrible depression at 19, and his manic jag at Oberlin which almost ended in marriage. What a beautiful person. What a big hearted baby bear. ZH talks about the people he loves with zero irony and makes you want to be among them. His chapbook and his stories in Hobart are so good and it’s clear he’s got a lot more in him. I can’t wait to say I knew him when. Now, for the love of Red Vines, can someone please get him a PDF of his story in Animal Blood volume 4!