I'm not always dressed up. It just seems that way. Chicago's native son, rad dude, West Philly resident, extroverted introvert, photographer, baker, awesome cook, handyman, dj/producer but not the pretentious hipster kind, snazzy dresser, chivalrous gentleman, feminist, supporter of equality, lover, fighter, I fight with love. I used to be a rancher. True story.
I comb my hair with a switchblade comb that my dad bought me when I was 12. I like pretty dark haired women and breakfast food. Let's see who gets that reference.
Why the shit are people always saying they're laid back? Chances are you're probably easily offended by dumb things.
I have two tattoos which are both Aztec related. One on my right forearm and another on my right side ribcage. I'm planning to get more. Maybe sleeves and a chest piece.
You've probably seen me in West Philly. I live and work here and know a shit ton of rad folks. It's very unlikely I can go anywhere without running into someone I know.