Canis Canon makes art - and other cool stuff - in West Texas. He sings, but he don't dance or jump. He tells true stories, fables, parables and lies - sometimes all at once. He once rode a trolley car to the gates of Hell, but jumped ship before his ticket got punched. Canis never met a man he didn't like, but he's met a lot of overgrown boys he can't abide. He may write more here later, but this is plenty for right now.