age: 27 (Feb 02, 1981)
MEMBER SINCE: March 2008
occupation: I rouse the rabble.
stats: Tall, dark and digressing.
heroes: Ishmael and Alexi.
into: Causing trouble at your house and then ducking out before The Law arrives.
makes me sad: Please don't talk about me when I'm gone.
gets me hot: Civilized people don't discuss such things in mixed company.
fantasy: Elephant City.
body mods: The ink is beginning to overtake the scars.
most humbling moment: Pinning down a single one would be pretty difficult. I'm like the Buddha in that regard, and that regard alone.
makes me happy: Violent, nasty, filthy rock n' roll. Which is, oddly enough, how I also like my sex life.
crush: The one on my arm.
So Long, Been Good to Know You, No. 2
For the second time in just over a year I'm headed across the country, this time to more familiar waters, but another uncertain future. I'm pretty much beginning to like the concept- the uncertain future. Has a nice ring to it as well as more appeal than, say, certain death from massive drug overdose or sudden and irreversible liver damage. No, we'll take The Uncertain Future and not dwell on these miserable thoughts any longer. Any day of the week, we'll take The Uncertain Future.
So, off to Philadelphia, for bona fide, gainful like employment, steady paychecks, and back into the arms of the city that somehow still loves me after all that awful stuff I've said about it over the years. And despite the peeing down dark alleys on far too many drunken evenings. Back into the waiting arms of family and friends closer than blood, bars that turn a blind-eye to the smoking ban and have good men with heavy hands on the opposite side of them, back to everything I left behind and I even get to bring the beautiful woman I came out here for in the first place back with me.
Which is by far more good luck than I deserve, and much more than I could just as easily chalk up to my shocking and awesome personal presence and incredible charisma and charm.
Just lucky, I suppose.
It would be easy enough to turn my back on California, set the bridge alight on my way out of town, and let the thick smoke from the gasoline fire blot it all out as the horizon vanishes into the distance. Too easy, but hardly fair. In many respects the last year of my life has been the most godawful, isolated, miserable, depressed, hard-up, fucked-up, drunken, drugged out, uncreative year of my life. Probably would've done myself in intentionally or accidentally if I didn't have the previously mentioned beautiful woman to wake up to every morning, the support, kindness and caring of a few good people out here and a great number of ones spread out around the...
For the second time in just over a year I'm headed across the country, this time to more familiar waters, but another uncertain future. I'm pretty much beginning to like the concept- the uncertain future. Has a nice ring to it as well as more appeal than, say, certain death from massive drug overdose or sudden and irreversible liver damage. No, we'll take The Uncertain Future and not dwell on these miserable thoughts any longer. Any day of the week, we'll take The Uncertain Future.
So, off to Philadelphia, for bona fide, gainful like employment, steady paychecks, and back into the arms of the city that somehow still loves me after all that awful stuff I've said about it over the years. And despite the peeing down dark alleys on far too many drunken evenings. Back into the waiting arms of family and friends closer than blood, bars that turn a blind-eye to the smoking ban and have good men with heavy hands on the opposite side of them, back to everything I left behind and I even get to bring the beautiful woman I came out here for in the first place back with me.
Which is by far more good luck than I deserve, and much more than I could just as easily chalk up to my shocking and awesome personal presence and incredible charisma and charm.
Just lucky, I suppose.
It would be easy enough to turn my back on California, set the bridge alight on my way out of town, and let the thick smoke from the gasoline fire blot it all out as the horizon vanishes into the distance. Too easy, but hardly fair. In many respects the last year of my life has been the most godawful, isolated, miserable, depressed, hard-up, fucked-up, drunken, drugged out, uncreative year of my life. Probably would've done myself in intentionally or accidentally if I didn't have the previously mentioned beautiful woman to wake up to every morning, the support, kindness and caring of a few good people out here and a great number of ones spread out around the...
JULY 2008
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