I am a fifty one year old man originally from the Bronx, now in the SF bay area, who tattoos people for a living. I am open to women who appreciate absurdity and are not woven into the usual civilian obsessions that are seemingly obligatory at present, in this punchdrunk senility phase of the American experiment.

I have neither children nor pets.

I am vast, ancient and brooding.

Standing at the crossroads.

Drawing, I have been doing that my whole life.

I might get you to laugh. Then you are doomed...

That I am tall and quiet and look directly at them. And not as scary as the pictures.

Kurt Vonnegut is my absolute top favorite author. Burroughs and Bukowski were world class typewriter operators. A Winters Tale. Heinlein stuff. Technical school textbooks from the 1920's and 30's...

Seven Samurai, Dr Strangelove, Run Lola Run, Gran Torino, Dersu Uzala, Iron Man, Natural Born Killers, LOTR, Silence of the Lambs, Requiem for a Dream, Seven Days in May...

Led Zeppelin. PJ Harvey. Bad Brains. Finntroll. Black Sabbath. The Stooges. Edith Piaf. Lydia Lunch. Cab Calloway. The Ramones. Amon Amarth. Exile era Stones. Angry Samoans. Moonsorrow...

I eat everything. For a number of years I had more complicated rules about that, but no longer. I live a block from University in The People's Republic of Berzerkeley and am beaming with thanks for so much fine Thai, Mexican and Indian within point blank range.

Eyes and hands, because I am basically eyes with a life support system and a means to express that which was seen... this leaves two things. A few really amazing people. Freedom, often of movement but also of expression, of conception, of synthesis.

Everything

Working til about eight or nine. Friday is Thursday in my world, I am off on Sundays and Mondays...

I would not say here...

...you want to hear a story

...you like to sing along to Bad Brains on the first days of a road trip

...you can deal with my strange hours