Once upon a time, there was a guy from rural Massachusetts who moved to the big city. He didn't really have a plan, a reason, motivation, or a long term goal. It just seemed like the thing to do. All the cool kids are doing it these days, right?

It was amazing at first! He worked in film, took in the lights and the noise and the wonder, and he discovered a whole new world of bars and restaurants and stores and parks and museums.

As time went on, though, reality started to creep in. His friends and roomates got bored with exploring, work started to crush his soul (as work tends to do) and he found himself either at the same bar, or stuck behind his TV, night after night, missing the magic the city once held.

On the cold, early walks to work, he'd ask himself, "what happened to those days exploring central park? Why didn't I find the best beer bar? What happened to taking the train to Coney Island, or the gondola to Roosevelt Island?"

He realized he was letting everyday life win the battle for his soul.

"No more!" He exclaimed, randomly, not garnering any reaction from the other riders of the N train, used to far worse unsolicited declarations.

From that day forward, the man vowed to work for the glory, along with the money. He vowed to get out of his postage stamp of an apartment to explore, to experience, to gawk and stare. Take the train, go for a drive, meet new and interesting people to share the awesome!

Working in film and TV is awful. Its long hours with little pay, massive stress, and no health insurance. No one in there right mind should ever willingly do it... Except that when you see your show on screen, or hear people talk about how much they loved something you had a hand in, or meet someone who made that movie that was so influential to your childhood, it all somehow becomes worth it! Maybe I'm not in my right mind, but I love it!

Everything yet nothing, sometimes always. Truth be told, I'm still exploring and discovering just what I'm really good at. I hope to never find out for sure. That seems like a boring end.

I like to cook, travel, write, and debate with people. I don't know of I'm any good at any of them, but I enjoy them.

How totally comfortable I am being socially awkward.

How terrible I am writing resumes, cover letters, and online profiles.

That there does not exist a decent serious picture of me. They all are goofy, terrible, or both. I do it on purpose.

How fast I walk.

Book wise, I'm gravitating to more non fiction and history books about the film industry, the music industry, and also the history of auto racing. But otherwise, The Great Gatzby, The Things They Carry, Generation Kill, The Count of Monte Cristo, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Jurassic Park,1984, and Brave New World.

Movies; Back to the Future, True Lies, any and every James Bond except for On Her Magisty's Secret Service, Indiana Jones, Star Wars (the originals), Fifth Element, A Few Good Men, American President, and Social Network. Really, a million more, too.

TV: Sports Night, West Wing, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, Newsroom, The Simpsons (but only the first 7 seasons), Sons of Anarchy, Justified, Firefly, Community, Arrested Development, Burn Notice, White Collar, and Suits.

Music: Most enjoyable is really cheesy and really stereotypical Hair Metal, but I'm a big fan of pretty much anything other than certain rap and hiphop. Classic rock, of the stereotypical Queen, Floyd, Zeppelin, variety. More modern alternative, like Muse, The Killers, The Black Keys. I've even started finding an appreciation for some Country. But there will never be a more important band to me than the Beach Boys!

Food: I love a good burger, and this city has the best burgers ever! I love Sushi, BBQ, Italian, and Mexican, but also love trying anything new! I believe food should never be boring, and eating should never be a chore.

A manual transmission, my drivers license, my passport, my small but awesome vinyl collection, my racing team's t-shirt, and my smart phone... Yeah, I said it.

Who first used YOLO, and can I slap them with a rotting barracuda?

What the subway conductors think about when the train is held by the dispatcher, due to train traffic ahead?

When will I have minions?

Where the first place I would take off to when I suddenly and surprisingly become stupidly rich?

Why can't alternate side parking be suspended all the time?

How am I going to feed all my minions when I get them?

Doing everything possible to make sure my Friday isn't typical - is what I wish I could say. Unfortunately, right now, I'm working so much, I'm normally in bed by 930.

I'm terrified of snakes. I have a good reason.

You want to join in explorations, antics, observations, and socialization. Bonus points for debauchery.

If you live in Astoria, drink Jack Daniels, and smoke cigarettes, you might become my new best friend.

If you can name 4 Bond actors, quote Back to the Future, or have any interest in some form of transportation that involves an engine and wheels.

Or if you just want to grab a beer/wine/coffee/whiskey and talk to someone new.