I like to call myself a writer, but realistically I’m more of a thinker and a talker. I’m not exactly loquacious, I just talk bigger than I actually am. I am however working on a comic book with a couple of friends. Although, you should know that I’ll probably only mention it in the sense that I’m avoiding doing it.
I started this blog as a means of getting my opinion out there. I’m not exactly sure who wants to read the opinion of a college dropout from Miami, but I’m sure theres a certain slacker demographic that I appeal to.
I spend most of my time trying to avoid excess trouble, but over the years I’ve figured out that I’m better at attracting shit than a rather large, effective shit magnet. This is either because shit magnets don’t actually “exist” in the “real” sense, or because of my habit of falling for the most unattainable of women:”Oh, you’re gay? Well hot damn, care to spend the rest of your life with me?” I hang out with pot heads and don’t smoke weed, I drink excessively at parties, I never pick up on when a woman wants me (or doesn’t want me) and I’m sarcastic to the point of being caustic at times. There’s also the fact that I am, for the most part, a nice guy. I’m sure there are a ton of people out there that fit most, if not all, of those same categories and live a fairly bullshit-repellent life. Good for you, asshole.
