Writing for hours in a drunken rage, Music that needs no explanation, Seasonal beard growth, Catching bullets with my bare hands, Finding cold spots in the bed, Arguing counter points to any and all point of views, Opening my bedroom window to let the soothing sounds of life swarm around me and fill the room, The notion that I am completely infallible. The notion that I am completely full of shit.

I have an amazing 2 year old son who is my life. You will not meet him unless it's right. I'm way protective of him.

Doing my best to not lose myself.

Trailing off on tangents in subjects i'm passionate about.

Talking shit about a pretty sunset.

my stature and my compassion

I like a lot of music, mostly what the general public would consider noise. my reading list is too long to bore you with.

My Yeddie
Guitar
Bass
Henry Miller books
Good conversation
Alan Moore's Saga of The Swamp Thing

The universe and all it contains but even more importantly what it doesn't.

Usually on baby duty but sometimes not. I'm pretty boring.

I lack a filter and speak my mind, it's troublesome at times and gets me into Larry David type situations.

If you realize that all phenomena are real in some sense, unreal in some sense, meaningless in some sense, real and meaningless in some sense, unreal and meaningless in some sense, and real and unreal and meaningless in some sense and can tell me where that is from.

If you're delusional enough to think you can beat me in words with friends, you can't. If you did I would be in love.