I am the center of the cyclone, the dark between the stars. I have no ties to bind me to earth, barely a whisp of flame to light my way in the deep of the world's night. I am only wind and water. I am the kiss of air and the slow dark pull of sea.

I can sometimes see my reflection in the sidelong glace of an uncertain squeegee punk or the easy shrug of a plateau hipster, in the way a trendy metrosexual computer programmer might raise an eyebrow or bite their upper lip without seeming to notice. I just don't understand how you can go through life without wanting to try it all, or at least wanting to know everything that's out there waiting for you. I don't care if it's waiting with a bullet or an open hand, I just want to know what its called, why its there, and what its motivation is.

I keep myself up to date on media, TV series, and movies that I feel are worthwhile [thanks to streaming video and the internet]. I'm fairly opinionated when it comes to my cheap mainstream slack-jawed media and have no problems telling people that the mainstream slack-jawed media they claim is brilliant is actually mainstream slack-jawed media. I have no issue making the distinction between a person and what they like, so just because you think Harry Potter is literary brilliance won't make me respect you any less [erm, well, maybe...but I'll try and hide it well]. Don't let my derision make you think less of me. Discussion, dissent, and argument are good. Maybe try and explain why the trite nonsense you think you like [at least to my limited sensibilities] is worthwhile and I'll reconsider my position...no really. I will. I'm reasonable like that. I DJ twice a week [far less glamorously than one might imagine], work an evening/night shift, manage insufficient-but-regular gym visits, and still try to have something resembling a social life which leaves me with precious little time for randomly wandering around town or watching the Godfather trilogy in one sitting. Given the right opportunity, however, all things are possible.

I wonder why there are so few freaks out there, and where they're hiding. I'm still looking. Hopefully you are too...

Maybe mint tea at El Gitana if there's space in the back room, dessert at Rumi if the banquettes are empty, drinks at Bond or Koko.