-Born of the lusty union of a Marine and a waitress with traits and scars of both.
-Raised by a fine and noble German Shepherd Dog in the daksome hills and forests of Penn's woods.
-Early career: hill man,attempted fine artist, iconclast, pistoleer,adventurer, BOH kitcheneer
-Later career: kettlebeller,vending machine wrangler, alcohol enthusiast,boxer, ne'er-do-well, pickup bar wrestler,bouncer, survival/tracking student,driver, stargazer,dignity removal
-Psychological profile: tough minded, excellent observer, good sense of humor( despite excessive cursing),positive tenebral symbiosis, pseudopost traumatic stress disorder, macromazophilia, positive functional autism
Physical profile: overall good health, exceptional hand/ lower arm fitness, myopia corrected via laser surgery, several repaired joint dislocations: L.shoulder, L.lbow,L.middle finger,L.ankle, r.ankle, jaw, both knees, chipped tooth

As much as i can while i can. I currently work alot though i'd rather be desparately starting a fire under a thick arboreal canopy or some big star dome in an arid waste in the middle of nowhere. Currently i am attempting to teach myself both the art/science of tracking and decifering human body language. Gettin' mixed results.

Overestimating my abilities, sketching, history, evolutionary biology, Icelandic literature, mythology, local folklore, dog language, shooting arts, picking things up and then putting them back down, cooking, mumblety peg, drinking, calling bullshit, camping, tree and wild edibles identification, scowling.

People rarely notice me. And when they do they seem kinda surprised.

Books: C. McCarthy, C. Bukowski, London, Lovecraft, Howard, Hammett, Stark, Meiville, Shakespeare( not being pretentious, there for the fart jokes) Brown,Jr,Ridley, Dawkins, Carlin,Aurelius, Gracian

Movies: Last of theMohicans,Yojimbo, 60-70's crime/ horror/giallo, Nolan, Refn, Mann, spaghetti westerns, japanese cinema, etc.

Music: mostly movie soundtracks(Morricone,Goblin,Carpenter, Bernstein,Zimmer,Shore,Mantsell), and fake movie soundtracks(Lisa Gerrard, J.G.Thirwell, John Zorn),years of working at a punk/HC/metal bar have soured those genres for me but the nolstalgic appreciation is still there, thunderous classical(Dvorak,Profokiev,Stravinsky,Holst, Ludwig Von, Strauss, Albioni) and string quartets. I fucking love string quartets. Old backwoodsy country(Hank 1,Hank 3,Kline, Supersuckers, Sadies, Neko Case,Hancock, Otis Taylor), guilty left over 90's pleasures: Curve, Clutch, Portishead, Pailhead. Anything with a fiddle. And that "real human being"song from Drive.

Food: yes, and booze.

Art: lowbrow, comic book, Kley, ukiyo-e

I am embarassed that this is the largest box on this page.

Really as long as i got a cutting tool and something to hold water, i am a happy guy.

The rule of fives.

drinking beer and whiskey and/or gin arguing with 2-7 other 30+year olds whether Galactus or Thanos would win in a fantasy fist fight. Sometimes its Lizzy Borden and Anne Frank.

I shed a tear when Godzilla died at the end of Godzilla vs. Destroyah.

-think people falling down stairs and/or obese people getting in and out of cars is funny.
-youve got something to prove.
- you have any interest in wilderness/ survival practice
-you are a wealthy adventuress in need of a manservant.
-have any questions, comments, concerns. My answer department will get right on that shit.