Born in Kathmandu. Hung out there till I was 15. Did a lot of trekking in the Himalayas. Moved to Hong Kong for a couple of years, backpacked through a lot of China and SE Asia. Lost a few years in Germany, mostly around Hamburg and Berlin. Lived in Holland for a few years, gained lifelong friends, rode a lot of bikes, hitchhiked through a lot of Europe. Worked in Afghanistan for a while, saw some incredible shit, rode horses and fired AKs in the steppes, walked through poppy fields. Moved to NYC, admired rats in the subway system. Now here in DC, sipping beer through a straw in my bed waiting for inspiration.

I recently gave up the life of a bohemian, making film and t-shirts and hanging out in Brooklyn bars for a suit and tie career-type job on 18th Street. But, I still like to keep it real. Haven't given up on questions on what it all really means, but lets say they are in the back burner, and musings on the nature of existence and reality come out anytime there's a Laphroaig 18 year old nearby.

Listening. Reading. Talking in tongues. Hanging out. Making a fire. Climbing over gates and fences. Doing a double drop.

That I am attractive. And genuine.

Currently, Im reading China Mieville, rereading Cormac McCarthy.
I like TV on the Radio, and Tortoise. Boards of Canada. Daft Punk.
The Wire.
Gaspar Noe. Takeshi Kitano. Wong Kar Wai.
I can watch Ninja Scroll on repeat for hours.

Kind of a Buddhist, so this list has minimized over the years.

You. Nah not really.

Having adventures.

I admit nothing.

you like to play