Hal

I'm aging... I'm growing into my mature figure, acting like an immature brat and collecting a slew of bad habits. I like loathing myself and crying myself to sleep… or maybe I just can’t find a better way. I like NPR, punk crock, food, beer, and pets. Is the anything better than being first in line at El Farolito at 1:45 AM? I like smart-assed sarcastic banter and shallow quips over ice cold Pabsts. I’m uptight and awkward! Try to escape my farts! Oops, I blatched. If I could do it again, I’d be a frat boy yuppie fuck with sixteen children. I’d fabricate accomplishments, talk about smoking cigars, and eat Salisbury steaks at every meal.