PLAYING GUITAR, CARDS, VOLLEYBALL AND WITH MYSELF.
WITH OVER 6.5 BILLION PEOPLE IN THE WORLD, YOU KNOW THAT THERE HAS TO BE AT LEAST ONE GUY, AT THIS EXACT MOMENT IN TIME, 35 YEARS OLD AND SITTING ALL ALONE IN HIS MOTHER'S APARTMENT WITH NO JOB, NO MONEY, DRESSED ONLY IN HIS THUNDERCATS 'ONESIE' WITH THE RUBBER-SOLED FEET (FOR TRACTION) AND LIVING DAY AFTER UNEVENTFUL DAY EATING BUTTERED-BREAD SANDWICHES AND DRINKING SOY MILK BY THE GALLON SPENDING EVERY WAKING MOMENT WATCHING/RECORDING RERUNS OF "THE BRADY BUNCH," "CAPTAIN PLANET," AND "QUANTUM LEAP." I WANT TO MEET THIS GUY. "WHY" YOU ASK? SO THAT I CAN SAY "HEY, CREEP. KEEP LIVING THE DREAM... MY DREAM."
Where to start? Jack and Ben, Incubus, Damien Rice, Toadies, Blind Melon, Kanye (that son of a bitch is everywhere), Sublime, Janis Joplin, Rage, Jay-Z, Dashboard Confessional, Bright Eyes, Alice In Chains, Garth Brooks, Simon and Garfunkel, James Taylor, CCR, Outkast, 2Pac, Pomeroy, Old Boy Network, Ray Charles, Fiona Apple, Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles, Ben Folds Five and Bob Marley, Panic! At the Disco, Muse, Johnny Cash, The Killers, Franz Ferdinand, Colin Haye, 311 and, of course, my boys in Hint of Innonence. Check them out on my friends list.
TOO MANY TO LIST. OK, LORD OF THE RINGS AND STAR WARS!!!!! I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING, "HOW IS THIS GUY NOT GETTING LAID RIGHT NOW?" TO BE HONEST WITH YOU, I HAVE NO IDEA.
FAMILY GUY, THE SIMPSONS, SOPRANOS AND ENTOURAGE. IN OTHER WORDS, ANY SHOW THAT PORTRAYS MY EVERYDAY LIFE.
I HAVE TO HAVE MY MOTHER LOG ME ON TO THIS AND READ EVERYTHING TO ME. I TRIED TO LEARN HOW TO READ ONCE BUT WAS QUICKLY SIDE-TRACKED BY A 12-PACK OF COORS LIGHT... AND LAZINESS.
I'M COMPELLED TO SAY ABRAHAM LINCOLN FOR ALL OF HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND MORALLY DRIVEN DECISIONS. BUT I'LL PROBABLY HAVE TO GO WITH THE GUY WHO'S BANGING CHARLIZE THERON.