About Me: The year was 1987. Nasa launched the last of America's deep space probes. Abort this compact spacecraft, a lone astronaut was to experience cosmic forces beyond all comprehension... wait, no, that's not right. eh, I'm a human being. I have faults and strengths, I have dreams and fears. In terms of an origin story, I was raised an army brat, dropped out of college after a year, found myself drifting from job to job, moved to Humboldt because I had some family here and have been living like a mountainous hermit ever since.
I work for myself. I labor for a living doing primarily landscaping and other odds and ends work during the winter months.
I once died for three minutes and sixteen seconds.
Yeah, that was a really intense experience. Some because of what the angel told me, but mostly because I just made it up because I was getting bored writing this.
I don't spend much time here since they nixed the journals. I'd love to get to know and meet new people, so don't let the 'last online' date discourage you if you want to drop me a line. I pop in once a month or so because I still have a lot of old journal pals that come here regularly, so if you don't mind a bit of a delay, I encourage you to say hello.
Also, I'm not sure when or how my ethnicity became Pacific Islander, but who am I to argue with OKCupid?
I am amused, confused, and jello