I live in a room that I pay for and I lead a pretty conservative life overall but I've always secretly felt like a vagrant at heart, a vagabond, ragamuffin... I dream of wandering around the desert in my bare feet and talking to the desert animals in their strange language. They'd tell me where the water is and where the holes of murderous snakes are (the ones that it's all right to eat). I like to think I was born with witch blood and that's what will drive me into the wild.

Actually, it's more likely that I'll be cutting brochures for a living since it's the only thing I've studied for lately.

Living quietly, paycheck-to-paycheck. I draw a lot. Sometimes exciting things happen but more often than not they are exciting in a hazardous way, like having a panic attack or drinking too much and trying to play the guitar. This last thing is a hazard to my neighbors and loved ones. It is still fun for me.

I'm good at making people feel awkward in sort of a fun way. Sometimes it takes work to get conversation out of me, but the result is usually good feelings for all involved.

I consider drawing my raison d'etre, but I've been struggling to find time for it these days. I love ink and gouache especially. I used to mainly use just one medium round brush but I recently got my hands on a lot of vintage dip pens and nibs so I've been practicing my penmanship too. I studied graphic design for a bit so Adobe CS is sort of my other medium. Digital is a necessary evil in my eyes.

I hope it's my knees because I think my knees are fabulous.

Otherwise, I stutter when I first meet people and that seems like something they're more likely to notice.

Quick disclaimer: I like a lot of things. You and I probably like a lot of the same stuff, so here's a list of things that I believe uniquely identify me rather than a representative sample of all the things I like.

Books: A Season in Hell, all things Haruki Murakami, His Dark Materials

Movies: Anything by Studio Ghibli, the Coen Brothers, Larry Clark, Martin Scorsese, John Cassavetes... I like traditional animation a lot.

Music: Michael Hedges, Michael Manring, Erik Mongrain, and some but not all other CANdYRAT types; Elliott Smith, Conor Oberst, other iconic sadcore dudes; any band Carla Kihlstedt has played for

All food is favorite food, but right now what would be great is moussaka and the kind of beer that comes in a blue can.

How about, instead, this is a list of things I will never be without on account of they will never die?

New Wave
Rockabilly
Bossa Nova
Pants
Beat culture
Punk

Some insanely meta shit. Like, is there really a The Man? Why are bloggers terrible people? Wow, I mean, Willy Wonka is just... awesome.

I might treat myself to a bag of Starbursts. God, those pink ones. Lord, thank you for pink Starbursts.

My memory is awful. I can't count on it for anything, really. It's not always obvious to others because I can piece things together based on immediately available evidence pretty well, but just as often as not my answer to questions like "how was your weekend?" will be a guess or even made up completely.

Message me for any reason at all. No matter who you are, I am probably genuinely curious to know about you.