APLS After Dark

Nick Tamborra. Founder and Council President. New York City Mobster cleverly disguised as an aspiring poet. Don't let the tube socks fool you. Has been known to break out into Italian love songs when the mood strikes him. Writes wickedly funny stories about the APLS membership in which he always plays the good guy. Has always regretted not becoming one of the Rat Pack with Sinatra when he had the chance. Enjoys Mimosas by the subway.

Joey Jones. Co-Founder and Vice President of the Council. Resident "level-headed guy", general foil of the "hot-headed guy." Currently a Special Needs Teacher in Kentucky wishing he was surfing in Hawaii with the Tropicana girls instead. Whenever he finds time to go online, it is to poetry sites, prompting his wife to wonder why he doesn't look at more porn. Enjoys light beer and wearing blue shirts to photo shoots with blue backgrounds.

Michael Dobson. Co-Founder and Managing Editor. Resident "hot headed guy." Known to start food fights and stage sit-ins over the use of the word "habitat." Can often get people to publicly state that he is "a nice guy" if he pays them in hard currency or negotiable bonds. Letting them borrow "that red car" has worked on occasion as well. Brutally honest; more often than not does not know when to throw in the towel. Still working on it after all these years. Enjoys Southern Comfort (rocks) by the beach.

Khalil Goddard (Xbow). Editor and Swat Team Hostage Negotiator. An extroverted man who is prone to wearing flashy clothes by Calvin Klein and far too many gold chains. Can often be seen pulling up in his purple Bentley to state gatherings with the Queen by night. His day job is as a consultant to MI-6, whereas it is said he was the inspiration for the James Bond character. Rumors abound about this man of mystery. Only drinks bottled water from the mountains of Napal.

Clifton Redmond. Editor and life-long PETA member. Once drank forty-seven ounces of beer without burping. Known to be partial to operas by Wagner and the song "I'm Too Sexy For This Shirt." Has taken well to being called Thor, as it diverts the attention away from the fact that, after all these years, he is still Irish. Just at the precipice of a promising career in poetry. Enjoys jello shots off of anything female when Jo is not looking. Should never again be let near a boat in a white captain's hat...

David Ratcliffe. Editor and sail-maker, rope maker, rubber ducky maker - something that involves a naval base in Merry Old England, where they still stomp their foot on the ground when saluting one another.  Has been known to think so far outside the box he ends up in the next county over. A very technically proficient writer when he focuses. Still harbors a secret crush on Madonna after all these years. Once wrote a paper for middle school entitled "Stalinism and You. How To Get The Most Out Of Communism In Your Every Day Life."  Born to drink martini's, but settles for apple juice in a dirty glass. Has been known to wonder aloud why Prince Charles even exists in the Royal Family line. Secretly watches the synchronized swimming finals at every Summer Olympic games. Once donated a six-pence to help fund the Jamaican bobsledding team.

Mathilde Dumas. Editor and chronic gamer. States that she is French, but most believe she is a Russian KGB agent sent to learn the secrets of Facebook by infiltrating the smallest FB group known to exist.  Has been known to shoot paintballs at passing motorists, then blame it on the Americans. Enjoys hunting for truffles in the kitchens of French restaurants, playing World of Warcraft under the name Imnotakgbagent149 and reading old Russian Intel Reports at small cafe's while drinking White Russians. Her children call her Mominski and she never misses a Manchester United game . Once rained on a parade, just to see what it felt like. Uses algorithms to choose horses at the track.  Has autographed photo of  Sergei Fedorov hanging above her bed. Secretly diskiles anyone with the initials RA after their name.