Body of a linebacker. I'm a big boy with a broad chest and strong arms, I lift with some regularity.
Heart of Otis Redding. I am a passionate man. If you don't know who Otis Redding is, picture John Mayer except black, ballsier and with a voice that slams through your rib cage and grips your spine, forcing you to move your body and feel your heart.
Mind of Charlie Day. I may sound intelligent writing like this, but I just picked up all this jargon while studying birdlaw. There's not really all that much going on up there. Doesn't stop me from believing I'm right all the time though, rest assured.
Soul of a weary traveller. Few things surprise me or stir me deeply anymore. Most of the things that occur in our lives are reminiscent of things that happened before in my summation, is like meh. That being said when that dude ate the other guy's face on bath salts I was like "Whoa." Then when the toxicology report came back clean I went full Keanu on the whole situation.