About this user
Me, Etch! An ordinary run-of-the-mill f-up. A certified lunatic! Priorities: My offspring and the two from whom I sprang (first); enjoying this earth (second); enjoying the people I share it with (third). Spiritual faith, social truth and Capt Morgan rum are imperatives. Sustenance, currency, and all else are secondary and nearly meaningless to the foregoing. Weaned on rum, I'm just an L.A. Area Newyorican punkrock pisces biker, holding at 49 1/2 (I can't bring myself to utter fi, fif..), 5'6", 160 lbs, hygenically immaculate, noncustodial father of 17 y-o daughter. I'm a well-traveled USC psych grad with super-enduring friendships, and rarely act my age. I'm methodical, have extreme patience and a filthy-rat Harley, but no real job or home. I'm nostalgic, which translates to packrat! I'm perceptive and considerate, adept at sophistry, I rarely enjoy time alone and am brutally honest to a fault: I will tell you if you smell, but I appreciate that sort of honesty in return. I'm witty, but kinda slow, so I suppose that makes me slow-wittied. I'm a carefree unruly chop-busting romantic psychobitchfromhellay-magnet nite-owl pillbilly that loves the fine arts and dive bars. Love to drink, hate to puke (crapping out the mouth?! Not in the last 27yrs). Love to cook, hate to eat, only 'cause I hate to poop! Must shower after poop. So retentive, my eyes are brown. Cheating death, dodging the law, one day at a time. I normally test and flagrantly defy most unnecessary rules, laws and orders. I simply abide by most of the Ten Commandments. I'm habitually tardy, unorganized and I procrastinate. I plan only hours or at most, days ahead. I've never experienced boredom; I imagine boring people get bored. Don't expect ME to entertain you, but I likely will.... Occasionally caustic and abrasive; yet sometimes sweet, passive, and normally lo-pro' chill. My loving and doting mum is responsible for the occasional delusions of grandeur. Mary's ridicule swiftly ensures that my ego plummets. Hater? Nope. Separatist and sometimes cynically prejudiced? Sure. My aftn starts when your eve ends, however, I'm not tweakin'; jus' keepin' the hours of my nearly lost youth. I use, but never abuse. What else might account for the random twisted thoughts that pass through my dizzy head? Oh yeah, I can still do cartwheels at my age. What I've missed in stellar musical performances (of which there's very little I haven't seen), I've made up in near-death sexperiences and sexcapades. Enjoy the videos, keeping in mind that evidence from the better nights are too incriminating to post.
Interests
Motorcycle roadtripping, particularly the less-travelled bits of Rte.66, tennis, freedom-fighting, Bill Kurtis-documentary watching, bowling, giggin', scuba, snowboarding, waterskiing, couch/web/shoulder surfing, USAFB &; NAS airshows, small theatre and independent flicks, large caliber firearms and WMD's (screw tolerance), cryogenic preservation, chemical preservation (Capt 'n' Coke, 'Ludes and stuff), cooking, occasional pooping and camping, Cruiserline Ventiports, discount and grocery shopping, and laundry. Papaver somniferum and all its derivatives. I can't be PC, and can't be bothered with the Cal.P.C., bored games, network sports, stand-up comedy, shallow insincere materialistic folks, liars/lawyers, govt employees, poor listeners, career politicians, or porn. Sleep and daylight are overrated; I'd be fine if the sun never rose again as long as there's the monthly full moon.