Director's Cut: I'm a writer, adventurer, world traveler, Princeton alum, and former soldier, as well as a fire-breathing Democrat. I'm a hippie at heart, though I don't look it; a sheltered suburban kid who has thrown himself headfirst into the wilder parts of the world, and been places and done things that most people only see in the movies (and I'm so humble about it!)... I get drunk with mercenaries in Goma by the shores of Lake Kivu and watch them fire their AK-47s at the stars above, I write a mediocre but catchy poem during an exhausted break from chasing insurgents through the alleys of Baqubah, I crash a wedding at the Rwandese Senate building by posing as the groom's (somewhat paler) cousin... though right now I'm working a super-boring gig running an executive security service (NB: Having received a number of messages to the effect of "you seem interesting but you're a weirdo who doesn't do normal stuff", I should add that 50% of my free time is squandered playing video games and the other 50% is spent bullshitting with my buddies, and that one of my favorite things to do with a lady friend is just order in some good food, watch a movie, and cuddle).
If you have made it this far in the wall of text, bravo.
I'm superficially physically fit in that the junk food and assorted evils of my irresponsible lifestyle have not yet begun to take their toll- perhaps they never will. I bear the mixed blessing of the deceptive youthfulness that a preponderance of freckles provides. I really want to learn how to be a good dancer, and have begun to try.
Like everyone else, I like to think I can't really be summed up by a few paragraphs' worth of adjectives, so contact me if you're curious.
I'm also a volunteer firefighter. My life is basically like Chicago Fire but instead of saving children and hot chicks from highrise infernos, I deal with college kids hotboxing their dorms and false alarms at the old folks home.
*wonderful and/or stupid things; for instance: beat a late-model BMW on a two-lane blacktop with my old '71 Cutlass (got a ticket), arm-wrestled a diamond smuggler (he won), restored an abandoned baby mouse to health (it never repaid me), placed the jawbone of a recently-deceased suicide bomber in a ziploc bag (he missed me :P), escaped a Third World country after my visa had expired by pretending to be an embassy security contractor (necessity is the mother of invention), had one of my love poems used as toilet paper (ultimately I hope it gave her a rash), ran full-tilt into a brick wall on a dare (I was sort of young).
So, do you like stuff?
The second thing is that I have a slight and unusual accent that comes from being half-Canadian and spending a formative part of my childhood in the British Isles. Mind you, I lapse into fluent Army Redneck when I'm pissed off.
*Dammit, looks like I need to update with a photo that properly shows off those baby-blues. Chicks dig that sort of thing.
**Come to think of it, a couple of these pics make it look like I have some sort of appalling condition. I need a higher-res camera to differentiate the freckles in all their glory.
***These could change. Caveat emptor.
Music: basically anything other than dubstep or recent R&B. I'm especially into punk, old school hip hop, and country (a taste I acquired in the Army). I'm a fairly cheerful person but I listen to some gloomy-ass tunes; my favorite songs are Dire Straits' "Romeo and Juliet", Tegan and Sara's "Nineteen", and Tom Waits' "Hell Broke Luce". As for food, I enjoy it all, particularly Italian and Mexican. I'm a decent cook, too, as long as I don't get too carried away.
And why seemingly everyone on this site is laid back, easy going, down to earth, and has a picture of themselves skydiving/doing a mud run/standing on top of a mountain. And when did being sarcastic become something to be proud of? Well, I don't actually spend a lot of time thinking about all that, but it does come up every time I visit okc.