I will however, open the door for you and bring you firewood in the winter... if you need firewood.
I'll never call a plumber or an electrician or anyone that could fix something I could just fix myself, but I will call you to ask you out... I wear work boots and a Leatherman seven days a week, on Sunday you might see me in sneakers eating Menudo by myself or I might be wearing motorcycle boots, but I never wear flip-flops, even at the ocean. I clean up well and notice your ecclectic and unique style, outfits, humor, shoes... I'm a sucker for a woman with her own unique sense of style and taste but don't get me wrong, we're going camping... I would like to think we could get out of town in the truck for the weekend and set up shop on the outskirts of Tuolumne Meadows, or Big Sur, or Nevada... Capiche?
I grew up in sawdust... in a rural Bay Area town on the peninsula with a great family and hilarious friends, horses and lots of animals...
I am a son of California, but I've lived in Colorado for eight years and my grandmothers tiny, heatless farmhouse in s. France. And I was happier than a pig in shit to move back to the not-so-land-locked golden state to further my career as a finish carpenter/small business owner and to continue writing and performing music.
I just moved to the 'burbs from a 150 acre ranch in Half Moon Bay... I'm not a huge fan of the 'burbs, but it's actually nice to have neighbors again!
I love the sound of crickets. Not the kind that you hear after you tell a joke that nobody gets, but the kind you fall asleep to with the windows open in September. I am a craftsman, a performer, a soulful man, adventurous, dead pan, romantic, optimistic and charming in a way that only a fellow self-depricator can appreciate. I've got a few stamps in the ol' passport and license to drive... a forklift.