I speak with my hands to the point of seeming like a mad man. My eating habits look like a scene from the movie Precious. I dance like I'm just learning to walk.
Well, TV jobs suck and film degrees suck. Now I'm back up here driving tractors for a living...not a farmer though.
What I’m doing with my life
Working on stuff or watching movies. Learning jazz guitar. You see those stakes on job sites with ribbons on them? I do that.
I’m really good at
Getting the dance party started.
The first things people usually notice about me
"You're tall" "your beard" "your car is really dirty"
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Camus, Faulkner, Flannery O'Connor, Cormac McCarthy, Anarchist literature (Chomsky, Bakunin, that kind of stuff), books about economics, history books, popular science books. Fiction and nonfiction. Lots of it. But lets be serious, who gives a shit. Unless talking about this stuff TURNS YOU ON!
Contempt (Le Mepris) by Godard
Solaris by Tarkovsky (everything by this guy is good.)
The Thin Red Line by Malick
The Thing by John Carpenter
Magnolia by PTA
Pale Flower by Shinoda
The Red Shoes by Powell/Pressburger
The Kid by Chaplin
Heat by Mann
Aliens by Cameron
Music: Patrick Wolf, Steve Reich, and grind/metal/noise.
Spice spice spice
The six things I could never do without
I spend a lot of time thinking about
If my dog has taken a shit in my room. UPDATE: Dog is gone :( He
will be missed
On a typical Friday night I am
Having a good time or playing my guitar to a metronome in my room
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Someone tried to shoot my dick last cinco de mayo but just hit me
in the leg instead. If you want to hear about this act of upmost
chivalry/bravery, you just have to message me.
You should message me if
you want to partake in some big ol' hedonistic dinner party or if
you want to steal my stuff
But not all of you with profiles acting like you're the Buddha/Bear
Grylls. You seem horrible.