Born the only child of a stern, silent, mustachioed fisherman and his depressive, alcoholic, farrier wife in the Spring of 1984 I was raised in the South of Los Angeles with one foot in the stirrup and the other on the water. As time carried on I became a real smart-ass, a sucker for information no matter how trivial, a college grad, a beach bum, someone who aspires to be an aspiring writer just as soon as that ol pink slip lands on my desk.

Working for a small import brokerage by day but when I'm not doing that I'm training Muay Thai, surfing, lounging, listening, learning, cooking, eating, reading, writing, home brewing, drinking, sleeping, and looking for something new and stimulating.

Cooking and wise cracking.

My signature chipped front tooth.

Books - Hemingway, Hunter S Thompson, Bukowski, Dostoyevsky
Music - 60s garage/psych rock, some punk, Beck, Nick Cave, Tom Waits
Food - Ribeye, Tottono's pizza, BBQ
Shows - Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, Twilight Zone, Louie, 30 rock, Adult Swim, It's Always Sunny

Friends, music, laughter, the ocean, black coffee, and my wits

The future, origins of words and phrases, four letter words, a witty retort, food, and what 7 billion monkeys on a rock hurtling through space are doing here.

I wonder if anyone has ever had the balls to just put something like, "On a date." or "Having family night with my wife and kids so keep it on the down-low."

I have no idea what I'm doing.

You know how run with a joke, know the difference between ale and lager, or are interested in or have access to a sensory deprivation tank.