I like to think that we all reach an age when we take true possession of our minds, our bodies, our secret wishes and wants, live them and wear them on our sleeves - even the ones that may shock the better of our angels. Life is too short to ignore what drives you in your guts. I am expressive, self-possessed, passionate, comfortable in my own skin, and rather well-adjusted after living a rather knock-about life. We all have a past, for better or worse, but I have to ask: what are you doing with yours? Are you defined by it, playing mistakes like a tape loop or a skipping record? I make art from mine. I'm not afraid that it may not always seem pretty. It's not. It's fucking beautiful.
I have been there, and done that, but haven't lost my sense of goodness, mystery, and wonder in the world. Mostly. I like the mystery part. I want a partner in crime. Got any clues?
Native NYC man.
I used to make my living in the electronic music scene in SF as a multi-media artist.
I used to buy and sell vintage clothes.
I'm a bit of a ghost hunter. You don't believe in ghosts? Okay...I have a few stories for you then.
I'm trying to forget about living in LA.
I have hitched my way around most of America, back in the 80s, looking for the scattered remnants of Jack Kerouac, but all I found were simple stories, a lovely overpass to sleep under somewhere in Iowa on a hot night in July, and a sad girl surrounded by farmers in a strange diner in Lodi, Ohio. I couldn't take her with me.
I night-job in a bar.
I'm a writer, and most of my work is gritty, and I use a lot of dirty words...on and off the page. If the writing thing never pans out, I'm thinking of opening an abandoned gas station in the desert, or raising show ferrets. Yes. I have a plan.
My eyes change color, depending on my mood and the weather.
John Dillinger was killed on my birthday.
My grandfather was a grifter in NYC in the 50s.
He was married to Leona Helmsley. Twice.
I can tell you an great story about him and Rita Hayworth.
I am often cynical and irreverent.
I'm funny as hell 50% of the time. Maybe 75%. We can be together 2/3 of the time if you like.
I only have a few vices left. Some of them you'll like.
I've never owned a car. I do know how to drive.
Most of my bad-boys days are behind me. Just the best of bad remains, which is quite good, actually.
I just bought a new pair of Doc Martins. Wanna break 'em in with me?
For all my glitter and doom, I'm quite adoreable. You'll see...