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My self-summary
An asshole with a heart of gold. Not a bad guy, but after so long in the infantry conspicuously lacking any kind of social filter. Working on that. Biting sarcasm is my kind of humor, delivered dry as fuck. I know it isn't massively intelligent, but I don't care either.
What I’m doing with my life
Retirement, and everything that entails. Mostly boredom and figuring out what I want to do with my life. Weighting toward a boring job and degree in business finance and law. Sell out for enough money to do anything I can think of. That includes charitable ventures, a big ass house with STUFF in it (we all know we need more useless shit), and the Lotus of my dreams, which I'll promptly wreck the shit out of.
The first things people usually notice about me
Reserved, intense, slightly weird. I'll bore a hole through you with my eyes. Just working on figuring you out, lest I say something I don't mean to too early.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Books: Fahrenheit 451, Animal Farm, Door Into Summer, Where the Red Fern Grows, A Scanner Darkly
Movies: Requiem for a Dream, No Country For Old Men, There Will Be Blood, Drive, A Scanner Darkly, Into The Wild, What Dreams May Come, Thank You For Smoking
Music: Underground Rap the likes of the Weathermen or anybody under the Rhymesayers collective, POS, Brzowski, The People Under The Stairs, and Spose, etc.
Hipster shit ie. Besnard Lakes and the XX, Neutral Milk Hotel, Bon Iver, Miike Snow,
Classic Rock,
90's Alternative,
The occasional metal track I can understand the lyrics on
Many more than I can remember.
The six things I could never do without
A Magnetosphere

As a paratrooper I learned I could live without quite a bit. My home has no TV or internet, I check my Facebook roughly once a week or less, and frequently ignore texts in favor of phone or face to face conversation. When I got out of the Army I owned clothes, a boiling pot, sauce pan, spatula, four cups, a snowboard, old military stuff, and important documents. Not even a bed. This isn't some philosophical choice or some bullshit statement on consumerism either. I love shit, I just don't feel an overwhelming urge to get any of it. And I'm not a Luddite either. Prior to joining the military I held a Cisco certification and a job doing network admin for a high school. I'm actually quite fond of computers.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Colors, politics, tastes, generally very stupid nonsensical shit.
On a typical Friday night I am
Chilling out unless someone has something better for me to wrap my brain around.
You should message me if
You are willing to deal with the brand of crazy that only a disabled vet with a moderate case of PTSD can give you.