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About Me

if i could have gotten my grimy hands on the blueprints of my life before they glued me together, i would have drawn a different picture of myself. i'd like to have tom waits' voice and that hunched over drunken madness pouring itself all over the ivory keys of a broken down piano in some smoke filled bar at the turn of the 18th century in rain sogged paris. my eyes would sag under the weight of a pirate's memory and the scars across my sun drenched leather skin would tell the tales of adventures won and lost. the dirt under my broken nails would look a lot like the clay of a siberian jail from whence i clawed my way out of, only to find myself in the company of a rowdy lot of men pillaging their way across the continent in search of women and splendors. i'd find myself entertained by it all but not swept up by their lust or greed, only flirting on the fringe. and always, i'd be looking over my shoulder peering down the dark alley of my past hoping to outrun the stomach wrenching horror of the mistakes i've made and finding rest by whatever means, the bottle or my dreams, for one more bloody night. tattoos would decorate my body like a treasure map of distant lands where i once roamed in search of youth and a kingdom i could call my own. at times i might cry in drunken fits for the women i'd left desecrated in my wake, not from intent, but from my own cavernous chest where only a tired and broken heart lived to fill the cavity. every morning i'd wipe myself down with gasoline and strike a match just to feel the tickle of anticipation prior to drowning my sorrows at a rum stained bar in a crooked end of town. and occasionally, i might whisper to a stranger my soul's convictions. and maybe they'd understand. but in the end, it would just be me and those ivory keys tossing back shots at a quarter to high noon until the eyes got so glassy the sun started to look like it was setting into that deep blue pool of madness where men set sail but never return. and the tales the survivors tell or as big as the tail of the great white whale.but as it is, i'm just a regular guy.

My Interests

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god.

My Blog

he who has the most friends, wins

this online diary thing feels more and more like a narsassistic masturbation session. but i need a little tug and pull right now so what the heck. i've got a black cloud over my head and i can't ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jan 2006 19:47:00 GMT

finding my way home

i've been meaning to do this for a while, but i honestly don't know what i want to say, if anything. the play is over. my job has moved to florida. i'm an unemployed actor without a role. i've met so ...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Nov 2005 23:46:00 GMT

come see my play you monkeys!

come see my play you monkeys! What: One Flew Over The Cuckoo's NestWhen: November 11,12,18,19 @8pm13,20 @ 4 pmWhere: Cypress College, Studio TheaterValley View & Lincoln, Cypress, CATix: $12 Box o...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Nov 2005 13:10:00 GMT

dear diary

dear diary, i feel like everything i do is wrong. i drink too much i smoke too much i [censored] myself too much. is there anything i do right? oh what i wouldn't give for a little peace and quiet fro...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Nov 2005 17:28:00 GMT

shove it! and then come see my play!!

i moved into an apartment. i have my own place you jackalopes! and this time, i have my own room. after two years of sharing rooms and living in chateaus i finally have my own room. and my own bathroo...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Nov 2005 18:06:00 GMT

can i get a fucking kudos here!?

i am currently selling subscriptions to my blog. i am looking for new subscribers. i am very interested in making this a world wide thing. i probably dont have enough interesting things to say to keep...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Oct 2005 17:41:00 GMT

lean on me, just don't break me

so here's the sweet and lowdown. i've been couch hopping in los angeles for the past two months, and living out of my truck the rest of the time. and i have to say, it's an interesting existance. i ac...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Oct 2005 17:17:00 GMT

finger message

blink blink. i'm awake and rocking out to the redwalls. good band. a little like the beatles, a little bit like dylan. but alas, i am not rocking out, not physically anyhoo. but my soul is singing my ...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Oct 2005 12:20:00 GMT

jesus would do it!

to the one or two of you who actually read this shit, my apologies for not keeping up with all of you. i've been doing the actor's shuffle in l.a. and couch hopping inbetween. i'm also rehearsing a pl...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Sep 2005 11:09:00 GMT

home

i'm losing a potential friend today. more importantly we're losing an artist and a dream maker. a member of our theatre company is being sent to afghanistan because he was unable to recieve his ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT