I've been living in Toronto for a couple of years now. I started out as a journalist, but after getting a part time job at the Second City Theater, fell for improv and comedy so I started writing and performing around town. I'm a bibliophile (self proclaimed, but I can back it up) which makes me a bit of a romantic at heart. I am involved in some peace activism, and find activists of all stripes exceptionally attractive. I listen to all kinds of music so long as it makes you dance or think.

Likes: Things that posses the aesthetic endowed to the human condition as a result of evolutionary forces.
Dislikes: Things which possess qualities which again, due to evolutionary forces, have come to be seen as distasteful to human sensibilities.

Now, you won’t learn any obvious information about me from this next bit.

Eyes clenched, pain vibrated through his body. Behind creased lids, blinded further by showers of white, his suffering danced before his mind’s eye. Revenge, having the only power to keep him lucid overwhelmed all thought and reason. It was not for justice, but a singular burning desire, stronger than any he’d felt. Standing to face his tormentor for a moment, he collapsed over the hollowness that had replaced his body. A wicked smile drew itself on the face of his assailant. “That’s what you get for calling Suzie a fat head.” Walking away, pigtails swinging in their bonds like tortured prisoners he gazed up at cruelty in her terrible glory. A single thought flashed through his mind with the power of revelation but a few saints and martyrs ever know. “So that’s what it is to be kicked in the nuts.”

Hope you enjoyed

Note: Coffee counts as a drug

Drinks - coffee or proper. Some board game I can beat you at.