music, movies, rats, tattoos, firearms, throwing rocks, knitting, moist towlettes, fire, blood, gentials, pictures of anorexics, broken sprinklers, thrift store shopping, houseplants, thongs with band logos, Chachi stories, and I like drawrings.
People who can operate planes, tanks, machine guns, and various impliments of battle. People who like to forget about the rest of the world and want to drink and play music. People into mexicana who love the noises that come out of an accordian. I'm openminded as long as you don't display qualities as a complete dumbfuck. Just talk to me, start a conversation and we'll go from there.
Anything I can shake my booty to. Anything I can sing along with. Anything that I can rock out to. Anything that makes me cry. Anything that makes me laugh. Anything that breaks the rules. All that is good and none that sucks.
Blood In Blood Out.
Simpsons, Sopranos, Just Shoot Me, King of the Hill, Oblongs, Home Movies, Family Guy, lots and lots of cartoons, Rosanne, Weeds, Mega Match Sensacional, Penn & Teller's Bullshit, Law and Order, First 48, cop shows, and court tv.
Breakfast of Champions, Tales of Ordinary Madness, All Christopher Moore books, training manuels, 1984, The Stand, various books about grrls....women musicians/writers and shit. Various books on history/science/sociology. Last but not least I Am Jackie Chan.
My Dad, because he's BADASS.