About Me
She WILL be mine:
Basically, I'm a pirate. Really. I am. I actually carried a cutlass once but they nearly kicked me off the dive boat, so I had to leave it behind. The Outer Banks and Gulf of Mexico are my stomping grounds during most of the summer. Just ask anyone who knows me, especially after I come dragging-ass back in-land around September. "Yeah, The Black Sheep? He's that dark skinned guy over there with the unkempt hair, and permanent squint, nursing that Jack and Coke like a long-lost lover."
If you expect to read about yet another guy who is the coolest guy in the universe, look at pictures of his muscles, while he tries tirelessly to convince you of his masculinity by taping his penis to his forehead, in the midst of trying to charm you into immediately contacting him so you two can meet in real life at the Motel 6 next to the airport and jump into the sack for a night of ridiculously-medicore sex ..well, surprise. Ain't gonna happen. Guys like that are a dime a dozen, and well - I'm worth a little more than a dime. Maybe a quarter or two.
It isn't hard to deduct that I do alot of crazy shit. I have done alot of nonsensical completely ridiculous things in my 32 years. Hell, I'm an adventurer. I mean it's better than the alternative of sucking on mommy's tit, and growing up to take over the family country store and bait shop. Alot of people don't believe me when they ask me about the things I've done, so I stopped telling people. I guess they liked country bait shops. But since this space is supposed to be about me, I'll make an exception ..this time.
Let's see what crazy things do I get myself into. Ah yes. Extended Range Technical and Deep Wreck Diving. I'm also a SSI Dive Master (among many other things), and am currently on an Independent in-land Commercial Search and Recovery, Survey, Inspection and Salvage Team called "The Brave Souls" aka "The Black Sheep". Hey, going below 130 to see something that isn't supposed to be there is the only way to dive!
I also raced motorcycles professionally for three years in WERRA, and lastly AMA Formula 1. Talk about insane. But back then it was better than sex, or so I thought. I've since learned that it isn't. Here is a picture of my baby. She's gone now, and not only is my body thankful, but so is my checkbook. She was an unforgiving lover:
I was a professional nightclub DJ for about four years for the largest night club in the state. I also produced remixes and re-edits for Ultimix and Funkymix Records during this time. Ah, the Good Ole (Bad) Days at Joe's Big Bamboo. The Old Skool of Little Rock Night Life. Here is one of the few remaining pictures of me from those days; goofing off with DJ Style and Hollywood back when I was a pretty city boy:
I'm also an artist of some repute (some pictures are in my gallery), a writer (I'm currently working on my first book and have several short stories to my credit), I've been to culinary school for Modern American Food, which is really just a fancy way of saying "Cheese Burger". I'll cook, but you have to do the dishes!
I'm also quite schooled in European Medieval History, but I dumped it after deciding that I didn't like school anymore than when I was forced to be in it.
The best way to sum me up is by saying "He's simply complex." Ah, yes - the curse of being an intellectual.
So, I'll meet you at the Motel 6. Can't miss it, it's right next to the airport. But I can't guarantee anything remotely mediocre.
