For a few months, when I was a young adult, I lived in a condemned building in rural Arkansas. It was a family of seven, including the two parents. These people all slept on pallets in a central room because the rest of the building, a two story that was probably once proud, was entirely unlivable. There was no running water, electricity, and the ventilation was poor. As a result it smelled like the most god awful rot you can get in the free world. That didn't bode well for me when, during the winter, I got a wild case of food poisoning from tainted canned goods along with a bout of the flu.
The silver lining was the roof. I slept under it, in the upstairs away from everyone else in a room that was surprisingly untouched by the rest of the dilapidation and decay. It smelled bad but not nearly as rancid. The oldest son, the family heir, he lived up there also. A privilege based on tradition.
I wasn't related to any of these people, they were just randoms that saw my dyed, stringy black hair and thought I was a curious critter. One without a home and parents less concerned than even them, even those that would let their kids live in this kind of squalor. You know, instead of giving them to the state at that point. These folks were the kind of insane you only found in the dirtiest south possible but they showed me hospitality.
Insane hospitality. The eldest son, the heir, he would eat pages of a Holy Bible when we were both sick with the flu and claim that The Living Word would kill them demons. What do you do when you're researching a tribe in some place and they hand you a delicacy? Nine times out of ten you eat it. I've eaten Leviticus. I've eaten Revelation. I've swallowed shreds of Luke. I was also delirious, brain burning up with an unchecked fever, totally dehydrated from lack of potable water, and had an “OK, whatever, I'm going to roll over and continue dying” attitude about the whole affair.
On the other hand, taking a sharp turn, I wouldn't always live like that. I'd come to spend time with lesser celebrities and drank only the finest at some of the ritziest parties. I live in Saint Petersburg now and that's relative luxury. I have nice things. After teaching myself for a very long while I'm now a formal student and I'm appropriately employed.
So what I'm trying to say is I've been a lot of places and existed on a lot of different levels. My mind is cracked wide open. There are very few things I can't look at and really see. I've hobnobbed with republicans and drank Colt 45 with Crips. I've been in Satanic rituals and meditated with Buddhists. I've worn dresses and gone to do my errands. I've also cut my hair, put on a suit, and it works.
I've been the DJ for rappers and the vocalist for Death Metal bands. I like cats and long walks on the beach (at night). Sometimes I'm quiet and people just have no idea about me.
I would describe myself as rugged, dauntless, loyal, honest, but also unorthodox and an outsider.