Darnis Krice spends a lot of time thinking about time. Maybe, too much. He spans from the Midwest to Brooklyn to somewhere outside the US, I suspect. He may or may not weigh more than a Buffalo nickel. Darnis loves his children more than anything in the world, but is not entirely convinced they exist. He's optimistic about the future - in a way. He hopes to be brought back to life. To provide a shoulder for Socrates to cry on.