I'm a pretty certain that I am a far cry from the boys that you're used to. I'm definitely not status quo and light years away from the "guy next door". I pride myself not only on my individualism, but my intelligence and want for something a little more tangible and substantial. I have tattoos, I'm professional, unprofessional. I like cheesecake, booze (of all sorts, I'm not prejudiced, except Smirnoff ice, don't give me that shit), film noir, sweet banjo music, the great wonders of nature, drum circles, mosh pits, hula hoops, near-death experiences, Punk rock, Johnny Cash, Elliot Smith, Bad Brains, Billie Holiday, Chet Baker, purple potatoes, green tomatoes, loopholes in the law, legit Jazz clubs (I'm positive they only exist in New York and San Francisco), helping trannies with their makeup and shoe selections, 80s hair metal, cacti and succulents, stars exploding, and black holes, playing cards in the elevator, shotgun weddings, staying out all night in NYC, all nite diners, John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, Cary Grant, Jane Mansfield, being naked in the ocean, in the rain, hell, being naked mostly anywhere, potable water, football, praying mantises, Pablo Picasso, Jean Michele Basquiat, macaroni art, graffiti, oh yeah, and sex. Lots of that, especially if I get to pee on you... That's a joke... Well, sorta. Haha
In another life I was a probably Jay Gatsby or J.D. Salinger (hence my love of Scotch) but possibly a cowboy. I'm pretty down with horses and rolling mountain landscapes.