Justin

I’m a modern man. A man for the millennium, digital and smoke free. A diversified, multicultural, postmodern deconstructionist. Politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been uplinked and downloaded. I’ve been inputed and outsourced. I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high tech low life. A cutting edge, state of the art, bicoastal, multi-tasker and I can give you gigabite in a nanosecond. I’m new wave but I’m old school. My inner child is outward bound. I’m a hotwired, heat seeking, warm hearted, cool customer; voice activated and biodegradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyper active and from time to time I’m radioactive. Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, ridin the wave, dodging the bullet and pushin the envelope. I’m in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high concept, low profile, medium range, ballistic missionary. A street wise smart bomb, a top gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps. I’m a totally on going bigfoot, slam dunk, rainmaker with a pro active outreach. I'm a raging workaholic, a working rageaholic. I'm out of rehab and in denial. I got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal agenda. You can’t shut me up, you can’t dumb me down, cause I’m tireless and I’m wireless. I’m an alpha male on beta blockers. I’m a non believer and an over achiever, laid back, but fashion forward. Up front, down home, low rent, high maintenance. Super sized, long lasting, high definition, fast acting, oven ready and built to last. I’m a hands on, footloose, knee jerk, head case. I’m prematurely post traumatic and I have a love child who sends me hate mail. But I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing. A supportive, bonding, nurturing primary care giver. My output is down but I’m income is up. I take a short position on the long bond, and my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports. I’m gender specific, capital intensive, user friendly, and lactose intolerant. I like rough sex, I like tough love, I use the f word in my e-mail, and the software on my hard drive is hard core, no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a mini mall. I bought a minivan at a mega store. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I’m toll free, bite size, ready to wear and I come in all sizes. A fully equipped, factory authorized, hospital tested, clinically proven, scientifically formulated, medical miracle. I’ve been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, prescreened, pre-approved, prepackaged, post dated, freeze dryed, double wrapped, vacuum packed and I have an unlimited broad band capacity. I’m a rude dude but I’m the real deal, lean and mean, cocked, locked and ready to rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with tide, I got glide in my stride, driving and moving, sailing and spinning, jiving and grooving, wailin and wining. I don’t snooze, so I don’t loose. I keep the petal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hardy, and lunch time is crunch time. I’m hangin’ in there ain’t no doubt, and I’m hangin’ tough, over and out.