Brooklyn-bred man (with childhood stops in Athens, Tokyo and South Florida) who likes making mischief, order from chaos and a difference in the world.
Though I am a world-class bullshit artist, I don't mince words. I love people, their stories and where they are/going so I talk to everyone. I have an old soul, a big heart and am equally sweet and salty. Because I do no harm, I can usually get away with laughing like a madman.
I like a good challenge followed by a nice drink/joint, walk and sunset. If I hear any music with a beat I can't help but tap my fingers and move my hips. I'm a former athlete who no longer plays but reads ESPN daily. I keep accumulating degrees in human behavior yet find tremendous satisfaction in making shit (e.g. clothes, my haircuts, art, product design, furniture, interior design, architecture). I like all of the arts except Chinese Opera. I have friends from all walks of life who can talk, talk, talk, talk, talk until the sun comes up. While the beach, small towns and mother nature all restore me, I have seen the world and know that I will only live in cities. That being said, I only live in the pretty, quiet parts near big, old trees.
After years of thinking I was indestructible, I learned the hard way that I am not and am now relearning how to walk. While I am saddened at not being able to push limits (and that pain is a new life companion) this was the only way I was going to stop and smell the roses. Blah, blah, blah. However, this hasn't stopped me from running my mouth as I come from a family that was cursed with resonant voices and constantly interrupts. We are composed of a Social Worker/Knitter/Gardener/Children's Librarian Mom, a Computer Engineer/Astronomy Hustler/Teacher/Opera Fanatic Dad and a younger brother, Pete, who looks older and somehow thinks he's always right.