In my heart I am 7ish

In my body I am 20ish

In my soul I am 100ish

I own a Monster Bubble wand

I smile about 87% of the time

I make fun of everything

I once picked up a girl while I was sleeping

I have never been to a strip club (they kinda give me the willies)

I listen to the BBC

I am a art, book, music & science geek

I don't imbibe but I am not in recovery

I am not a sports fan, but I love to play em

I look like these pictures in real life

I make my living in music and writing

I am facinated with Mid-East culture and music

I notice eyes and hands

I can't remember names

More of a tree climber than social climber

Never married.

The whole hetro American male perspective of: Business, Booty, Beer & Batting stats, makes me feel like an expat in my own country.

MEMORIES
Being a 6yr old leaf pile & puddle jumpin expert

LOVES
Random street hug smiles, The solo cello, meeting puppies on the sidewalk and The way my dog's paws smelled like sandcastles.

YIKES!
Bad breath
Itty bitty, hands & dogs
Pretenders
Avarice
Fake breasts

Words that make me smile
Avuncular
Critters
Oscillate
Persnickety
Loopy
Shirty
Vituperation

I awoke at 4 am one night to a noise. It sounded like someone was throwing a bag of old shoes around my kitchen. I walked through my place trying to find the source. I looked out the glass door onto the back deck to see two tiny adolescent raccoons locked in a WWF Championship smack-down match. As they flipped each other around actually knocking the furniture around as if in a saloon bar brawl, I could hear them making these determined little grunt noises. All I kept thinking was I wanna jump in. I'd like to meet someone who evokes this same response in me

If this all seems a bit much, well that makes two of us.

"Don't oppose forces; use them"
-Buckminster Fuller

"They say I got brains, but they ain't doin me no good."
-Brian Wilson