40 San Francisco, United States
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My self-summary
I have always attempted to live in the manner appropriate to being the son of a go-go dancer.

I am made of Irish Whiskey and crabapples.

I am a native San Franciscan.

I have a tolerable collection of vintage ties.

I believe medicine is the best medicine.
What I’m doing with my life
I give questionable business advice, mumble profanities about family law and assist mostly normal individuals with the various unfortunate troubles they face. That means I'm a lawyer, but not the fancy kind.

I like to have a drink and/or meal with friends or go to a show. I like it when I have time for these things.

I used to paint cosmonauts, WWI flying aces and jungle explorers of the 19th century. Lately, I have been reduced to the odd doodle now and then.
I’m really good at
Keeping cacti alive.

Oh and snideness, also good at snideness.
The first things people usually notice about me
My terrible body odor, or possibly my inability to form complete sentences, or perhaps my diet of berries, grubs, and roots. More likely though it's my long black tail and the jaunty white stripe running from its tip to my bewhiskered snout. Wait! That's not me -- that's a skunk.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Authors I enjoy: Barthes, Hobbes, Pynchon, Faulkner, Conrad, Chandler, The Epic of Gilgamesh.

What I spend my time reading: Supernatural Romance (this is a lie), Matthew Bender's various frustrating publications.

Music: The Zombies, The Kinks, Sunset Rubdown, Black Sabbath, Wanda Jackson, The Jam, The Gories, Cab Calloway, Louvin Brothers, Johnny Cash, Magnetic Fields, Elvis Perkins, The Dutchess and The Duke.
The six things I could never do without
1. My Lungs 2. Black Pepper 3. The Platypus (Not a specific beast, but the firm knowledge that Platypi/ Platypuses/Platypus exist and are out there stabbing with venomous foot spurs and fouling up most enlightenment era concepts of taxonomy.) 4. My bike - for commuting mostly 5. Millions of years of evolution 6. Neckties
I spend a lot of time thinking about

Which eccentric old man hobby is best to cultivate.
- Pigeon Fancying?
- Collecting Vintage Tweed?
- Paintings of Early Bi-planes?
- Annotating the New York Times in Red Pen?
- Castigating Youth?
- Speed Walking in Tiny 80's Style Nylon Shorts?
- The "Old Fiddle" or "Two Man Violin" Scam?
On a typical Friday night I am
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I remember the first time I heard "The Passenger" by Iggy Pop - but maybe it was the Siouxsie version (I was young). My mom was a wearing a thrifted seal fur coat.
You should message me if
You aren't a completely horrible person. A bit horrible maybe okay, but suffused with horror not okay.

You are interested in talking about serious things in a silly manner and silly things in a serious manner.

You're over, ambivalent about or at least deeply questioning 'the scene', 'burningman' and 'polyamory'.

You are amused by the return of Bloom County.

You wonder if the repeated use of the phrase "partner in crime" in OKC profiles is a secret code related to actual criminality or even something more sinister.

You find endless, uncontrollable, frenzied babbling about the esoteric things amusing. For Example: I can totally explain the most recent Supreme Court rulings using a fair number of silly examples and cuss words (if I have read them - which I usually haven't).