I usually need a haircut. I spend all my money on musical equipment. I make friends wherever I go. Play in two bands. Halfway done with a masters in human services. Pro choice and pro equality as fuck.
When that inevitably becomes exhausting, I do homework or write music or exercise or think of something nice to text one of my friends.
Asking questions only when I am ready to hear the answer, no matter what it may be.
Trying to spread positivity and empathy in/to the people around me.
But I'm also good at writing really abrasive noise metal, personal training, dark humor, and being covered in cat hair a lot of the time.
Fuck, I don't know. Kinda makes me feel like an asshole just thinking about.
Movies: The Empire Strikes Back, The Terminator, and Aliens. Anything with Captain America in it cause dude is hella positive all the time and that's rad as fuck.
Music: Mostly unbearable noise. Sometimes bearable noise.
Shows: 30 Rock, Top Gear, Cosmos, Roadkill.
Food: Food that living things don't have to die for.
3. A bike
5. Peanut butter
6. Existential terror
Not a bar guy. Give me some friends and a conversation and I'm good. Friends and loud amps also work.
I suppose that's not something I'm hesitant to admit but it's an acceptably snappy response so whatever.
Also I've got a tattoo of crucified fish. It's the real deal: Blood seeping from the nail holes in its fins, look of betrayed suffering in its Xed out eyes, waves crashing against the cliff where it will assuredly die. On the banner that surrounds this grisly scene are five words: "Only cod can judge me."
So if that seems like something you'd be into, go for it.