A product of a public education in Rhode Island, I amazingly graduated from the University of Kansas in 4 years. I ran a lot, drank a lot, and drank some more. I also wrote an article in the student newspaper about the Dole Center being invaded by mountain lions; I consider it the most groundbreaking journalism that rag has ever printed.
I realized after graduation that when the Canadians eventually invade, my easiest escape would be on the high seas. I figured moving closer to the ocean was a necessary; so I relocated to Boston because I enjoy cold winters, overpriced apartments, and archaic traffic patterns. However, I love that dirty water.
I moved to Tampa with nothing but the clothes on my back and heart full of dreams.*
After getting Lightning fans sufficiently drunk for a few months, I got a job as a promotion coordinator and have been passed around like a cheap whore across the stations of Clear Channel Tampa. From country, to sports, a brief stint at urban (awkward, I know) and then on rock, I've managed to stay employed. I'm married to my job, its a lot like Whitney and Bobby's marriage, you know with the abuse and everything but the crack.
I like black 'n tans, loose women with tight schedules and 25 cent wing specials. In my free time, I play hockey in a men's league and attempt to get back into competitive running shape. Water, hops, barley, and yeast has hindered the process to some degree.
I work a lot around people so I tend to find solice in my living room. Although I've managed to fit a kegerator and a bubble hockey table in there, so its not all bad.
Thank you, come again.
*the facts have been altered for dramatic effect
