I don't care who you are, you have at least some baggage/demons in your life. I leave them at the door, but if you need to know mine before we meet I'll tell you.
So me in a nut shell, kind of: I'm originally from the South Side of Chicago. I've been told I should think a little longer before I speak. I think the world is a little to fucking PC. I make fun of all races, religions, ethnicity's. We ALL DO, people are to big of pussies and just won't admit it.

Example saying; "That was gay. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay. So let's say feminine. Not that being gay is feminine, unless that's your lifestyle. And nothing against feminists". Now I'm not homophobic at all, quite the opposite. The few gay people I know/knew ... funnest and funniest nights I've ever had. But if the phrase fits and there's no other phrase that fits, use it. DON'T BE A PUSSY!!!

I have a soap box that I perch on every now and then, but there are times when I don't have much to say. I can be a bit reclusive, but once I become comfortable I can really mingle. I have tattoos on my arms, I feel if you have them show'em. I used to have an ear and nipple pierced for years but got tired of them getting hooked on everything. I don't really watch T.V., I refuse to pay for cable, and I HATE watching "reality" T.V. shows. If you like them that's fine, just don't ask me to watch them. 57 channels and nothings on.(Name that band) There is a whole shit load of stories I could tell. Friends and family have said I should write a book, but the statute of limitations doesn't run out on some things. I should never drink Gin. It has a way of turning me bat shit crazy. I love the stuff. I'm pretty blunt, but when I need put on the charm and throw out the "Why don't you look beautiful Mrs. SOANDSO." I can. I always look good when I'm in a tux or suit.

Well I moved to Denver from Oak Lawn, a suburb of Chicago, about a year ago now because Bank of America and I didn't see eye to eye on my mortgage. If you work for BAC you are no better than the CEO's and should be taken out in front of your bank strung out and quartered. I'm sorry I didn't mean that .... the fuck I didn't!!! So I needed a new place to live, and to get the hell away from Chicago before I started killing people.

For work I'm a union electrician, but on the account of the economy (mainly) and me not wanting to live in IL anymore I have A LOT of free time. I spend that free time with my dog, trying to get back in shape (thats a fucking joke), going here, going there, camping, skiing, biking. For money I just pick up side jobs that come along to help pay the bills, and a nice big government check. Hell, 13 years of paying in to unemployment now is the time to use it. If you disagree well ... how do I politely tell you to go fuck yourself!!!

Jeopardy. Pitching a tent (tongue in cheek). When I get on a roll telling a story you'll either be pissing in your pants, looking for an exit, or wondering in amazement how the hell I'm not dead or not in jail. I've been both of the latter. As I said above, people think I should write a book.

My smile. And then comment that I remind them of someone.

One thing people don't notice to often, but when they do they look confused, is that my eyes (the iris) will change color with my mood. They've been black as well as a crazy light/transparent blue. Fucked up 'eh. But for the most part they're green / hazel.
Quick story (in a nut shell); A friend I met back when I lived in NH, had his mother come to America and visit for the first time from Egypt. She met me a few time during her first day, now I was nothing short of cordial, yet she kept looking at me weird. The second day she realize that my eye color changed and accused me, to my face, of being the devil. Well I can have a laugh that sounds a bit Vincent Price-ish, when I'm accused of wrong doing or something sinister. I don't laugh like that on purpose, it just come naturally. So when she heard that laugh she demanded to go to the airport that instant. There's more to it but that's for another time.

Music: I can't stand rap/hip hop, refuse to listen to it. You can't spell Crap w/o rap. You won't catch me listening to new country unless it's catchy. Most of the new stuff, I think, sounds like Christian "Rock". The only country singers I like are Willy, Waylon, DAC, Cash, Haggard, and the likes. As for the top 50/POP stuff, unless it's rock with a good beat, I don't listen as well. Basically classic rock 50's - 70's, 80's rock/metal, alternative, and punk are all I really listen to. Yet I do have Bach, Mozart, Beethoven on my isheep as well. And I love the The Grateful Dead, I have quite a few concerts recorded.

Movies: Caddyshack, Blazing Saddles, The Big Lebowski, and Young Frankenstein I watch every month. Others are Memento, Evil Dead series, Used Cars, American Psycho ....

Books: Well right now I'm reading American Gods. I read a lot of David Morrell, old Stephen King books, James Byron Huggins, James Patterson just to name a few authors.

Food: Pizza - DEEP DISH / Chicago style, Sandwich - Italian combo red motz and hot, a good chop house is key as well as a good Italian joint (you know where grandma's making the sauce in the kitchen still), and a BBQ place. And since I haven't found any of these places in CO., minus the chop house and BBQ, I gain like 15 lbs (not fucking kidding) every time I go back to Chicago. I work it off, well maybe not the last two times I was there. HEY, I'm working on it.

sex / a partner (masturbation does get boring .... sometimes)
my dog (need some one else to play with)
my cell phone (I gotta talk to friends every now and then, and maybe do a weekly check in with the parents... maybe)
my ipod (because I need music)
alcohol (the only thing that keeps me sane)
a good sharp knife (I'm thinking practical ... for outdoors, really)
yea a seventh: CHAPSTICK (it's better that cocaine, well at least healthier)

When I can go camping / hit the road next. And what other useless crap I can remove myself from. I really can't stand all the crap I have. So every month for the last year I've gone through most of my stuff, minus my tools which take up about 60% of my space, and if it's collecting dust and not that important I toss it out. I never knew how materialistic I was, glad that's over.

Most of the time I'm just singing in my head. It keeps me from noticing the decaying world around me. Don't get me wrong ... it's just taken me a LONG time to remember how good and fun life is. The truth is the truth.

At home or a friends place doing whatever. I like to go out during the week, less people at the bar. Unless there's a good game on, not including basketball, I'd rather stay in and go out on Sat. I really, REALLY don't like watching basketball. So if you catch me watching it at a bar it means the person next to me won't shut up and someone should call an ambulance.

I'll don't hold anything back, but since it's published here .... um ....

you just want to shoot the shit, people watch, screw, drink, have a water gun fight crossing the street, or do what-in-the-fuck-ever. I'm actually pretty laid back sooooooo let's do something. You can try and catch me on AIM walbero, but I rarely connect/turn it on. Or at mfwohlberg on yahoo messenger. And since you made it this far ... my name is Matt.

I'm not really surrrrrre if I want to be in a relationship or not, but it couldn't hurt having more friends.