A man who wears pants and a smile. I am a drummer and a lover. I am becoming more content as I understand more of the world and our existence. I spend alot of time with headphones on listening to binaural beats. I consult for a few companies, its fun but tiresome. I
'm back in school for my masters, which makes me very happy. I just realized every sentence that I write starts with I and is very boring. Regardless, I just moved damnit there is the I again. How can I damn, no way to not say I unless I take a third person narration.
Lets begin:
He moves into a new apartment, in Lincoln square enjoying the large deck with a dark beer and a hearty meal. There has been a fork placed in the road, he calles this fork like, which left him adrift a placid green sea; floating with love, the profound love of life, and music. He needs to play more funk, since he has have been listening to alot of brilliantly composed tunes eager to beat the rhythms found deep inside his brittle bones. He loves good food, great beer, and wine. This man talks a little to much and craves knowledge about all things.
My current personal music project, needs an update Arbit Complement .
