Welcome to the height of pretension: the absurd belief that anyone wants to know anything about me. Well, this is it: I'm that unassuming guy in the bookstore window, chewing on a pen and staring into the distance. I have a black cat, a Mac, and not enough tattoos. The end.
More?
Fine. There's a little demon what lives in my head; if I give him free reign he'll talk shit all night. He finds me amusing, and inspires me from time to time with notions better left unsaid. A Byronic homunculus, a tiny pissed-off Morrison.
I'm easily amused. (I'm also a Pisces, so if I stare at you vacantly, I really am thinking about what you just said, I'm just thinking about it in ways that defy sense.) My religion, politics, and philosophy could all be described as a sort of angry Zen. I live in Maryland. I love accents, and travel, and most exotic foods.
I grew up in Aurora Il., about an hour west of Chicago. I have strange adolescent memories of gorgeous punk girls, real goddamn deep dish pizza, and falling in love with movies. (Ah, movies.) I like to write, sketch, and edit video; I'm trying to be a filmmaker, where I can do all three.
Listen: I hope you like what you see here; I hope it strikes a chord. I hope it leads to something cool.
Write me something or I'll kill you.
