Sin's a Good Man's Brother

Way Tattooed, Wicked Smart, and Super Cool
I wear pink and carry a man-purse.
I exchanged a lead role in a cage for a walk on part in the war.
I can tell a green field from a cold steel rail.
Most folks find me chill and non-judgemental.
I'm sorry I have many more tattoos than you.
I love poetry.
I live in a loud, microscopic one-room apartment that I totally love, except it's bad for having guests.
Folks tend to tell me their secrets.
Well, maybe I like the not having guests thing about my apartment.
Herman Melville is my favortite author. Moby Dick, Favorite book.
Patchen, Blake, and Eliot are my favorite poets.
I sleep in a bed six feet off the ground that hangs by chains from my ceiling.
I love looking at the moon, mountains, and sky.
I hang on the pearl street mall, often at bars, often at my buddie's hat cart, and mostly just people watching on the bricks.
I got a ton of great friends, but always look for more.
I avoid cars and leaving Boulder.
I'm more of a mental traveller.
I dislike the use of "tats" for "tattoos."
I dig gin and tonics and margaritas and fruit smoothees, but mostly I drink tap water.
I find it irritating that most of these sentences start with "I," yet I'm going to leave it.
I go out to lunch with my pop once a week or so.
My family calls me Butch.
I prefer to be called by my last name, not my first.
I would have rather lived in a different century, except I like TV's and video games, so the 21st has got it's perks.
Walking calms me.