Josh

To whom it may concern:I grew up in idyllic Chapel Hill, N.C., went to school in gorgeous Ithaca, N.Y. ... and now reside outside of Charlotte, where I work as a frustrated but fulfilled journalist. I'm passionate about writing, sports, people, music and adventures.In daily life, I alternate often between the ages of 5 and 75. I've been called a caricature of a person. I aspire to one day become the coolest old man ever.I'm up for most anything, especially if it makes me laugh so hard I can't breathe. I generally try not to be an asshole.Sometimes I suck at life, and sometimes I act like a moron. Don't you?I try to run regularly and shoot hoops occasionally, and I own a guitar I have no idea how to play.I love to be outside in spectacular surroundings when you can't even feel the weather. I often find myself on aimless drives with the windows down and music up.I feel a deep, philosophical connection to the movie Billy Madison.Among others, the following activities make me happy: Bowling, mini golf, ice cream, hilariously crappy minor-league sporting events and spontaneous expeditions to anywhere and everywhere.My favorite places to eat are Japanese Steakhouses and Waffle Houses, and I am the proud owner of a few atrociously performing shares of stock in Krispy Kreme.I have a fairly fantastic mom whom I affectionately call "the churchlady," a hippie sister who works as a social worker in Baltimore, a dad who's a doctor and a cat named Juanita.Just in case, I always keep a change of clothes, a basketball, a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of green foam Hulk hands in the back of my CR-V.If you would like to partake of my fabulous life, I request only that you do not smell and you are not one of those half-naked nonexistent robosluts who are always sending me friend requests and offering me their neudy pictures.That is all.Peace,Josh