Munk is a short, middle-aged jackwagon who, after getting married and becoming a father, knocked most of a titanic sized chip off of his shoulder landing it squarely on his foot. The larger portion now resides comfortably on the narrow toe of his sloped-heel mud-kickers and keeps him grounded. The lesser chunk still digs into his shoulder on occasion steering his focus away from his day job and toward his overactive imagination. When not working and writing, Munk enjoys chasing his wife and kids around the house, working outside, and playing guitar. Munk has degrees from state institutions but bases his stories on leading edge science and old Bullwinkle episodes.