Who the hell am I? If you know me, you know me. If you don't, then I'm sure you don't really care. Do you? For a change, I'm actually going to write something about myself, instead of useless gibberish. Although, what I'm about to write is ultimately egotistical useless gibberish, but I'll play along with this MySpace thing, just this once.
I play for a band. The band is called Wasabi. The Wasabi is a rock and roll outfit from Fort Collins, Colorado. The Colorado is where I am from. The I is harder to pin down than the previous statements. I also play in a band called The Years. The Years have been fairly good to me since my birth. My Birth was longer ago than I want to admit. My admittance to the above statements would not be possible without my parents, without whom my birth would not have happened either. My parents are my favorite people, and my biggest heroes. My heroes include my parents, Batman, Frank Zappa, and to a lesser extent: musicians, filmmakers, good hearted politicians, and animals the world over, especially dogs. I get along better with dogs than I do with people; at parties, you can generally find me in the kitchen chatting with/petting the dogs that got dragged to the party, and then forgotten about while the owner drinks as much booze as they can before passing out and letting the dog run out the back door when the smokers go out to have a smoke break. I hate people that don't pay attention to their dogs; why have one if you just ignore them?
If you don't know me after reading that, then you're fresh out of luck, because I'm not going to say a whole lot more here. And if you think you know me after reading that, then you're dimmer than a 10w light bulb, and you might want to turn off before burning out. But I forgive you anyway. I forgive all of you.
The most important thing I know: I know nothing.
