I'm a black coffee, neat whiskey, "Bat Out of Hell" on the record player kind of guy. I was formed 15 billion years ago when an ancient god exploded, or something.
I've lived in Brooklyn for four years, Chicago and Japan before that, but North Carolina will always be home.
A friend has dubbed me a "stealth nerd," and I find that a pretty accurate description.
Vocal people on the NYC trains have had very divergent opinions of who I am and what I'm capable of. I have been told, all on separate occasions:
1) To go back to my own country
2) That the strange gentleman speaking created me and he could undo me on a whim
3) To, and I quote, "tell Superman to leave me [the speaker] the fuck alone!"
Based on these observations, you can probably deduce that I am in fact a foreign golem in the shape of Jimmy Olsen. Or something.
Lethologica: a psychological disorder that inhibits an individual's ability to articulate his or her thoughts by temporarily forgetting key words, phrases or names in conversation. I don't have it. Usually.