In a city gripped by fear and greed, on streets greased with blood and tears, who is left to look out for the little guy and see if he's got any money on him?
Yes, it's the surprising adventures of me, Sir Digby Chicken Caesar!
I wish.
These days I am attempting to balance the intricate lifestyles of both student and superhero. The student image is largely prevalent, but I have high hopes of the latter manifesting itself more in days to come.
I tend to sit around often and play poker in hopes of attaining vast wealth, simultaneously indulging in the art of beverage consumption, which is often detrimental to the success of the former. This leaves me just enough time to think about studying hard in good old College Cardiff University.
I like reading (fantasy, the real world bores me), writing (anything, but probably fantasy), my tattoos, of which there are two (of a vaguely fantasy nature, but largely just fantastic) and napping (whilst dreaming of something fantasy related). I love cards and cold frosty beers, and have lately taken up running because cold frosty beers seem to linger undesirably around the waist. I sometimes go outside and talk to people because apparently social interaction is in this season.
That aside, I am always up for making new friends but quite retarded at doing so. Once I know people long enough for my shy demeamour to fade I actually do talk and respond with whole sentences instead of gesticulating wildly. I fear that deep down I may be both romantic and sentimental; I am awaiting confirmation on the matter.
P.S. If you see me, give me loose change, I enjoy that.
