Most people like to prattle on about how unique they are. Given the unusual course not only in my life but also in how I chose to deal with that course I could probably get away (barely) with telling everyone here that I am one of a kind. However this pushes that envelope of megalomania a bit closer than I'd like off the bat. So let's work this out. There are somewhere in the neighborhood of 188 urban areas on the planet with populations over 2 million. Let us assume that in each one of those there is a man whose life and tack in dealing with it are similar to mine. Let's now go ahead and add triple that to account for all non-urban areas over the rest of the globe. That gives us 752 men on the planet like myself. Now let's simplify that ratio against the total male population on Earth, about 3.39 billion. So it could be reasonably estimated that I am one in 4,507,978. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.

Both a full time butcher-type and full time student. I'm working on a degree in History with every intention of receiving a teaching certificate as well. In short: I'm going to be a History teacher, possibly a Math teacher as well. It's my personal opinion that History is very important. Not just knowing it, or even understanding it in it's generally accepted form. Knowing what happened and why isn't enough, it is essential to know this: how things came to be this way. If enough people truly understand that they can take pause, and then decide which way it is they should be going. Very important, possibly the most important thing ever.

Learning about whatever strikes my fancy. As a child I read the encyclopedia for fun, now I troll Wikipedia for random subjects to acquaint myself with.
Thinking about the relevant, the absurd, and everything in-between.

Writing good prose and passable poetry. My sarcastic poetry is likely the best of my poetry because it delves into the absurd, generally at my own hilarious expense.

Cooking. For me cooking a meal is like a work of art. I love it.

Passion. That could and does mean all manner of things, G-rated and otherwise.

I also do some great dabbling in the digital arts.

Usually it's along the lines of "Hey, that guy shaves his head. My goodness that works well for him, it really brings out his eyes. Are they green...or blue...? Oh they're hazel. Oh my, what wit and charm! And so handsome!"

That or I come off as an obnoxious prat until I grow on you. Then...see the above.

Books: Ishmael, The Story of B, My Ishmael, Beyond Civilization, The Ender Quartet, The Alvin Maker Series, all of the various Dune books, the His Dark Materials series, The Vampire Chronicles, Rebel Sutra, Transmetropolitan(graphic novel but it counts)...and others.

Movies: Blade Runner(with the original Noir narration), The Fifth Element, The Green Mile, The Shawshank Redemption, V for Vendetta, Serenity, The Last Samurai, We Were Soldiers, The Boondock Saints, Suicide Kings, Stardust...and many many others

Music: Just about everything really. My favorite for frequent listening tends to be in the vein of classic rock. Though I do have a huge weakness for blues and soul, and occasionally funk. I have a tendency to shy away from most rap though. I really think you can only say so much about, bitches, hos, money, and material possessions. But that's just me.

Food: Being someone who loves to cook, I like food probably more than most. I think the only food I truly dislike is coconut. I'm also not a big fan of most nuts. Other than that I'm quite fond of all foods and am always willing to taste a new food.

1. My son.
2. My family.
3. My nigh inconceivable awesome.
4. My truck, for without it i couldn't support myself.
5. My health, I very rarely get sick and so can burn the candle at both ends.
6. My intelligence, it has gotten me out of more trouble than I can name.

My son, the past, the present, the future, if it is possible to slow the Earth's rotation to give me more day to work with, if John Legend set fire to a revival of old-school soul music, turning a wall in my room into a whiteboard to organize my writing, what manner of woman might be best suited for my strangeness, how does anyone expect to truly save an economy based on moonbeams...I spend a lot of time thinking about most things.

Likely working, though I have noticed a delicious trend recently of having Fridays off. If I'm not off winning bread, at a simply sorrowful ratio of calories spent to calories earned, I could be doing all manner of things...such as...

Engaging in epic battle with my unfinished novel.

Out cavorting with friends and/or co-workers.

Cooking a fine meal for a guest.

Catching a movie.

Enjoying the PS3

One Friday a month I am en route to Texas to visit my son for a few days.

On occasion I will be baited into patronizing on of the metro's strip-clubs. Egad I'd better clarify! I go for the cheap beer, I stay for the rapture. Specifically the rapture of offering tribute to an undulating goddess. At the risk of being utterly offensive to many, I view the dancing girls as being successors of the priestesses of Inanna, Isthar, or Ashera. For myself it is unimaginable how any man can be without significant awe before living embodiments of the power of creation.

I have at last come to terms with the true extent of how awesome I am. Looking back on all that has happened since the curtain fell on '03 and what I have wrest from life against all odds I am left with the only conclusion possible: I rock the universe's socks. Right off. For those vaguely interested or curious in what the devil I'm going on about, ask.

Regardless of whether you are looking for something serious or whimsically not, no game playing. I will always be honest and sincere, please reciprocate. Please know how to spell. Also, if you are a bitch, that's fine. Just be upfront about it. Don't lull me into a web of sweetness and then go: "Gotcha! Raaaaaaaaawr!" Otherwise, go for it!