Seriously. True story.
In truth, though, there was no cause-and-effect relationship; the destruction took place quite a few years after I left. Still, it's unusual, don't you think?
More intelligent than intellectual. Lazy and sloppy (others use these terms as pejoratives when describing me, but I really can't get too upset about the characteristics; I yam what I spinach). Capable of creating amazing works of art and music, but not of transcribing them into any medium that others can access. Thinker of unthinkable thoughts. Moderately literate and able to write clearly and well, but unable to plot, and therefore destined not to write a Great Novel.
I like nature, photography, body surfing, food, mild psycho-active drugs and sex... not necessarily in that order :). There are many more also. Film at 10...
Currently I'm toying with the idea of a midlife career change: going into organized crime. Or mass-marketing mushrooms.
I'm bisexual. I am less anxious, but still just as curious, lately, as I wait to see whether my life will bring me a chance to explore that.
I am permutation, question, and indigent. I can be reached at aus.bird at gmail dotcom