Once upon a time i was the most care-free and easy going fellow i knew. now i'm just an average guy. on occasion, i like to think i'm a jack-of-all-trades and master of none sort of fellow, but, in order to be a jack, you've got to be respectable and proficient at things, and i pretty much fail at every thing i try to do. except, for drawing and sculpting and getting good grades. i'm much more considerate of others than others are of me. i think most people are ridiculous, small-minded, weak-hearted emotional idiots. i have a wicked bad ability to "fall in love" with random women on random days at random places. i don't cope freakishly well with unexpected change. i make wishes regularly. i smoke too much. i like video games and drinking beer. i enjoy the shit out of good food and good company (although i get little of either). i pronounce either like eye-ther. i call the holy son, "jebus". it's from the simpsons ages ago and i've used it so much it's completely ingrained. i enjoy pinochle. i'm slightly obsessive about the way things need to be lined up: sit with me at a bar and you'll see. cigarettes, lighter, wallet, phone... all have "spots" to be in. that's me in a nut-shell of sorts, very few people know me well anymore. i give my all to those i'm closest to and then they move on and so i've just gotten used to being me for me.