i just found this site, so i figured why the hell not.

ill get back to this later when i have something far more profound to say.

Weaving around the streets of Brooklyn. Whether by motorcar, motorcycle, nonmotorcycle, or just regular ass feet.

Having many irons in a few fires. Aka definitely not having a job with benefits. Luckily my doctor is pretty kickass. It still doesnt make it any less embarrassing explaining how i punched myself in the face by accident.

filling out profiles in a horribly sarcastic tone.

Also, im really good at building model airplanes! Well, not really, but i am very good with my hands, as well as my brain. It is truly a killer combo. if you think that means what i think you think that means, youre a horrible pervert and should get your mind out of the gutter.

how delightfully manly i am, and yet i still smell good. Not sure why most white dudes around where i live now havent figured out how to use deodorant.

pale horse, papillion, the day of the jackal, anything Eliot, Palanihuk, and id hate to admit it, but i am a Stephen King fan. Although i feel like sticking his arm in a wood chipper for making some of his books into impossibly horseshit movies.

speaking of movies, love a ton of them, but despise the 'saw' franchise. I guess im picky when it comes to horror.

Love to cook. i obviously enjoy the food, but seriously people, 'foodie' is stupidest adjective ever.

Music? Led Zeppelin, or M.O.P.

Air with at least 21 percent oxygen.
the movie Good Burger.

the little joys in life, from the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, and the creamy middles. Points if you know where this is stolen from.

probably still working. for the weekend.

that people who take anything i say seriously in this profile are most likely pretty fucking boring.

youre someone who is open to new adventures and ideas, even if that adventure is down to the bodega thats the opposite way you normally go.