I like many assorted things. For instance: The right mouse button, engraved pens, wiffle ball bats, auto spell correction in word, made up words, constafribulation, deoxyribonucleic acid, teeth, that feeling you get right after you brush the danged things, William Shatner playing Tevye in “Fiddler on The Roofâ€, generally… William Shatner, Thoreau, Emerson, and most all transcendentalist writers (excluding Amos Bronson Alcott because Utopian societies never work out…), A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh, my overly sized Homer head slippers, trying to live thug life in suburban Tulsa, cheese, synthesizing spuriously specious sicknesses, alliteration, conjugating my own way, using too many adjectives, using adjectives as nouns, planning the demise of the pluperfect subjunctive, procrastination on a various sundry of things including punctuation of sentences, trying to expand my vernacular by talking to those nice guys who work the riding floor buffers at wal-mart, generally trying to gain as much knowledge as possible, toast in the morning, breakfast for dinner, stylin’, trying to rid the world of vernacularly incorrect euphemistic colloquialisms, ya heard? I generally like you as well.
Resplendent
I hear a lot of words like "beauty" and "handsomeness" and "incredibly chiseled features." To me that's like a vanity, a self-absorbtion that I try to steer clear of. I dig the bungee. For me, it's just the way I live my life. I grip it and I rip it. I live it with a lot of flair. I live it on the edge, where I gotta be. I wasn't like every other kid you know who dreams about being an astronaut. I was always more interested in what bark was made out of on a tree. Richard Gere's a real hero of mine. Sting. Sting would be another person who's a hero. The music that he's created over the years - I don't really listen to it. But the fact that he's making it, I respect that. I care desperately about what I do. Do I know what product I'm selling? No. Do I know what I'm doing today? No. But I'm here and I'm gonna give it my best shot.