A story: In high school I had dreadlocks, (more like matted dog hair but who wasn't a little crazy in high school) and wanted to be the next Bob Marley, but white. So I wrote a few reggae songs, saved up 600 bucks, packed my bags and hopped on a bus to Miami with a plane ticket from there to Jamaica. 92 hours later I arrive in Miami, tired as hell cause I cannot sleep sitting up. Stayed the night in a Best Western and hopped a flight the next day. Found out that you can't just back-pack around Jamaica with no place to stay, so I booked a beach-side sand plot under an ant infested tree (with regular reconnaissance missions into my tent) and spent my days and nights eating grape nut ice cream and sipping banana daiquiris playing pool with the locals and listening to reggae blasted thru blown speakers on the beach. Took a trip around the island and on the last night some guys who heard me play my guitar (which soon after broke because glue doesn't hold that well in high humidity) asked me to play a gig on the beach with a backing band. I was scared sh!tless. But I played, badly, and to some degree fulfilled my dream. Chapter closed in my life, and by then I was missing Seattle and all of my buddies pretty bad. Flight to Miami and another 92 hours on a bus with only 5 dollars to my name made for an exciting trip home. I was really skinny when I got back. When I got back I started playing classical piano and that chapter has been open for a while now. Moral of the story: follow your dreams even if you are a crazy white kid with dreads.

About me now: I am a man who is not afraid to say he loves cats. My first cat's name was Jazz, and now I have a cat named Rachi (pronounced Rocky, see pic, he's eating the plentyoffish fish) named after my favorite composer, Rachmaninoff, or Rock music (that all encompassing genre). All this being said, you cannot beat taking a dog for a walk, I have met more cool people that way. I get out quite a bit, stay in a bit too. I Don't feel like I sleep, yet I get my 8 hours. Days go slowly, and fully, muchado and muchasmileabout. =) I feel like I always grow, one inch here, another there. I value breathing, and I am looking for someone who knows how to as well. Don't drink much cause I can't stand hangovers, I think it is an allergy. Doesn't mean I don't like an occasional Guinness. Goes with my Irish roots, although my supposed allergy doesn't. Turn-ons: creativity and wittiness. Turn-offs: profiles that start with "I'm not sure what to say" or "Here goes" or "Well,"... Though, I think I would write back the person who says, "Well, here goes. I'm not sure what to say." Just because it is so bad that it is good. (see 'Lionel Richie,' next paragraph) Some people write the bare minimum and make you stress out about what to write them, I feel like you should already know a little of me so you could write anything, and anything is appreciated (though I doubt women would be as crass and dumb as men, so). Also, does REALLY every woman on this site like outdoorsy stuff and football? What's up with that. Since when do women have to only advertise what they think man want to hear. I advertise what I want, get half as many hits, but can assure you that the hits I get will be real. If you are really not looking for booty calls, then look for real men.

Moving on to my music kick now, Stevie Wonder, Band of Horses, The song "Bad" by U2 cause I love screaming out "I'M WIDE AWAKE"... Radiohead, Muse, lots o' classical. Really, I listen to everything, even the bad stuff. There is something to be said about being so bad that you are good. Check out Lionel Richie's "Hello" video and you will know what i mean. Music is huge for me and I might just regale you as to why a song is awesome, so be forewarned. However, I love so much that I will ultimately love your music too, which makes me a good show attendee...

Another story: Made a lot of Japanese friends in college. When they moved home it forced me to visit them. This time not by bus. 3 visits later I decided I like it enough to move there and try out a new culture for a while, teaching English. My grammar is bad, and now there are many Japanese people walking around speaking Enlgish bad, too. (grammar joke) That being as it is, I believe that you have not lived until you are on your own in a foreign land and have to work in a whole new environment. It tries and tests and twists you til you come back totally new. Chapter finished, the story continues...

Everybody seems to paint their own pictures so well, I used stories. Truth is, even if I am driven and follow my dreams, I have just as much of a negative side as the next guy. (As we all do) Though I believe it is not the negative that is negative, it is Negative's negatives. All the spin offs. So don't expect perfection. Though hope is never bad.

Cook, eat, talk, sing, talk some more, walk maybe, go to a show of some sort... Karaoke??? and to top it all off talk some more...