I paint from the diaphragm.
When I eat Chinese food, I use only one chopstick.
I was born with a sixth sense, so I donated my third to charity.
I do not understand how or why Keanu Reeves has an acting career.
I once built a canoe out of p.v.c. pipes and an old tarp.
I was not arrested for doing so.
As a matter of routine, I have none.
I bake well, and I'm man enough to admit it.
I would rather read about you than write about me.
I have been a magazine travel writer/photographer for decades.
Magazines, however, are becoming Dodo-fied. Relax, I'm a professional and can take such artistic license.
Though I suspect one more similar violation will get my license revoked.
I am passionately, vociferously, egregiously honest, and I would like to meet a woman who would not use any of the following adverbs—sporadically, inconsistently, inadvertently—to describe her level of honesty. Of course, if she were dishonest, then she wouldn't use ... you get the idea.
I do not know why the caged bird sings, but I have a hunch.
In the sixth grade, I came in second in a pass-punt-and-kick competition, but as Muhammad Ali said, "It ain't bragging if you can do it."
I am exactly as tall as I claim to be, and exactly as bald as my pictures show me to be. I am, however, willing to reveal more about myself than I have in this self-summary but felt a need to be whimsical rather than heartfelt. Perhaps it was something I ate.