I'm extremely loyal and thoughtful, just ask around.
I am a spastically funny oil painter. I'm barrel-chested and boisterous, but also dry and analytical. Extremely forthright, honest to a fault. Salt and pepper hair. I've been told by many that I possess "retard strength" (their words not mine, although if you are offended by the "r-word", we probably won't get along). I don't play videogames unless we're at an arcade. I have a 65-year-old black man's soul.
When I was younger, I was very shy. I eventually realized being shy is a waste of time (especially when it comes to meeting women). Now I make an effort to skip the awkward beginning and just be gregarious.
I'm sometimes overwhelmed by my hatred of white people.
My best friend Ebenezer is a lab/pit/boxer/hound. We're a package deal.
Oh, and I'm looking for a relationship. I've never understood "the thrill of the hunt." I want a best friend that I can't stop fucking. Little spoons apply here.