I'm red. That's right, I'm a Denver ginger. Can't stop it, caaaaaaannnnoott stop it. I have red hair, blue eyes, a foot long red goatee, and some women have told me that there are times when I smile, and it looks like a predator about to eat something. I play guitar...loud nasty guitar with a lot of power chords and dissonance. It gets me going in the morning; channels aggression in a healthier way than hitting someone with a car door(supposedly). I read at a phenomenal rate, prodigiously. If I'm anywhere(parties, coffee shops, a street corner or a bar) and I'm reading, don't talk to me because I won't hear you.
I drink sometimes, and get obnoxious when I do. At least that's what girlfriends have told me. So I don't drink around women anymore.....my boys never seem to have a problem with it.
Sometimes I like to fight. Not so much as I used to, because I'm older now and jail bugs me. But I'll let you start it in front of witnesses, punch you in the neck, laugh at you not breathing and call it self-defense.
My best friend is a woman. She's nothing short of heart-stoppingly beautiful, and that gets me a lot of flak from the women I date, but she's been around for fifteen years. And seeing as usually my relationships don't last fifteen months, I'd appreciate you not trying to make me choose. You'll just get frustrated, and that won't be good for you or your self-esteem.
Reasonably close to my family....not physically, for we're spread all over the country(we get along better that way). But we're similar in a lot of ways...I guess people that go through hard times come out the other side closer, and with a better idea of what you're capable of.
I have good friends now....mostly because after all the drugs were done, I could see what a good friend was supposed to be and choose them accordingly.
I should admit that I scream in my sleep sometimes and am often tortured by an incommunicable self-loathing. Go while you can, lady, for I can bring only grief to your soul.
'I can't remember how this got started, but I can tell you
exactly
how it will end.'... Trent Reznor
'A mass of tears have
transformed to stones now
sharpened on suffering
and woven into slings.'
... Rage Against The Machine
'Hell is other people'.....Jean-Paul Sartre
I know that there's a point I've missed
A shrine or stone I haven't kissed
A scar that hasn't graced my wrist
A mirror that hasn't met my fist
But I can't help feeling like I'm
Due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun and I won't close my eyes
Till I understand or go blind......Thrice
' Take out all your aggression on this little plastic blow-up monkey ' Jennifer
For all the religious women out there that want to convert me, I say, " While genuflecting, feel free to lick Friendship and Goodwill located under The Stick of Doom " THWAP!
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