Here's a little background (take a deep breath and read it fast, it's funnier that way)...I'm a former electrical engineer from Detroit, MI that was recruited out of high school to do the work of two senior engineers while getting paid less than the non-English speaking smelly kid who over-cooked my fish tacos yesterday. Bitter, no. Salty, sometimes. Electrical Engineering turned me into a drinker. Drinking encouraged me to become a bartender. Bartending eventually freed me from the responsibilities included in being an Engineer (read between the lines, Freed = Fired). Corporate downsizing is fun. Showing up to performance reviews late but still smiling because you decided to sit around your loft, sip tea and watch Office Space before work that day, even funnier! I eventually learned that I like to make people happy and watch them stumble around like fat dizzy monkeys on roller skates. So now that's what I do for a living. Yes, that was me who bought you those flaming shots last night. Yes, I caught you making out with a midget covered in ranch dressing. And yes, I took photos and I am now holding them for ransom. Now let's make a deal!Well, at least that's what I do at night. By day, if it's sunny, I'm usually found hiking up some stupidly big pile of rocks and dirt, trying to avoid getting struck by lightning. But if it's been snowing, I'm often found throwing myself off those rocks and trying to avoid the large trees zipping past my un-insured head. I may even be instructing some of your kids to do the same thing this winter for large sums of money. I love the winter!Adventure and traveling are my passions. I also have amazing friends that help to encourage my random acts of travel. Just for kicks, two summers ago I walked away from my so-called urban life, sold / donated / destroyed with baseball bats, all my superficial possessions and started traveling around the country via bike, blazer, snowboard and bare feet. Some of my random travels include... falling off switchback and breaking my face in Big Bend, TX, getting chased by ghosts in El Paso, camping in Roswell, New Mexico on Halloween, sleeping on a beach in St. Maartin, Nearly being struck by lightning onto the tallest peak in CO, being chased by a Moose in Estes Park, CO, and spending a night sleeping in my truck during a snowstorm in Purgatory. Now I've stopped living out of my truck and I'm enjoying where I am, living in a shoebox of a room on the side of a mountain, begging for change and gummy worms on the sides of the round-abouts of Vail, CO. And since most of my friends are now locked in their 9-5, cubicle dwelling, 401-k having, water-cooler-talking about last nights "must-see" mind-numbing, spirit-crushing, whatever TV show, worrying about their lawns, their mortgages, being GREENER than their neighbor, and their "I don't know what to buy next from IKEA," buy buy buy, consume consume consume lifestyles... I've decide to tear off and go live life for them.I'm the stereotypical "non-stereotyped" individual. I like everything you do but for different reasons than you.My only true driving goal is to "live a life that other people will write books about." But if that fails, I guess I'll just have to settle for someone to actually read the book that I write about myself one day...
