To hear my music, http://myspace.com/bunnytrax
BUNNY!!
or..Graydon if you prefer.
I'm New Yorker, in between homes right now while going to school,, was living in Miami, exiled from San Diego, Pharmacy Tech, Lab Tech, Phlebotomist (yes, I'm impressive, kiss me now), Writer, Songsmith, Singer, Dancer, ex-Militant, Photographer, Lab tech, Personal Trainer, Kickboxing Instructor, Fighter, Realtor, Graphic Designer, Computer Programmer, Anarchist, Prankster, DJ, Nightclub Promoter. Cool motherfucker, really...
I am the keeper of what might be the single largest collection of Post-Punk/New Wave/New York Noise and Mutant Disco in the country. Combine that with my collection of Paradise Garage/Loft Classics/Deep House Classics and I'm always down to rock your party. Believe it.
I'm the crazy one you thought was cute in high school but couldn't stand because he was such an obnoxious idiot. The ultimate class clown. Never studied, always aced the test. Could only be bothered to come to school every so often but never got in trouble... I come from a family of rebelious types and aim to be the baddest of them all before I die.
I recently renounced love and romance but I'm still fascinated by women in general. If it were legal, I'd collect a few and study them in their habitat. (Bloomingdales)
I love fast cars. Hell, I love slow cars too. Driving with me is fun. After years of risking my life (foolishly) racing on the freeway (sooo illegal), I can handle the average car like a sunday drive on the craziest of roads. You won't even spill your coffee.
I'm a martial arts scholar in training. Meaning I study more than I fight. But whoooo do I love to fight. Rare to see me in a fight. You could put a gun to my head and I'd still be running off at the mouth about my favorite movie. I stopped being scared after realizing that only an idiot wants to live for ever. Only cowards end up in fights. Real men, we don't care enough...
I don't read. You heard me. Never. One exception: Manuals and textbooks. I will decimate a textbook in days, I don't care what the subject is.
I do write. I'm infamous on a website I will not mention. Well loved, well hated. I'm proud of both.
I never travel but I like going places. The place is unimportant. It's the journey I dig. I don't care if we get anywhere. Let's fly, drive, walk (did I leave anything out?) Oh, sail... Don't care.
I'm a collector. Don't get me started. My latest hobby is furniture from the modernist era. I scour thrift stores looking for discarded works of furniture art. I have an Eames Chair and some other choice bits I've plucked from the dens of idiots.
My dream is to build my own house on a large spread of land. I have a piece of land in mind. I've been planning my dream house in my head since I was seven. It doesn't change much. In fact, modern design has recently caught up to my vision (I was a weird kid)..
The future is my playground. I want to know about every little new breakthrough in science and medicine. Especially green technology, but I'm not a tree-hugger. I just love the science of self-sufficiency.
Politics? Don't waste your time. I am an as-yet undefined species of philosopher. Neo-Anarchisht? Social Nihilist? Neo-Zen? Noam Chompsky couldn't label me well enough. Let's just say that I'm on MY side. I don't care who's president so long as my needs and interests are protected to my satisfaction. It's a dangerous way to be, but life is too short.
Kids? I have one daughter. A wonderous creation. Too bad her mom ran off with my brother. The crazy ones are always so hot, ain't they? I can laugh about it after a year on vacation in South Beach. You must never mention it... :)
I'm currently homeless and reasonably aimless. What's that mean? I don't have a job, any bills or any real plan for the next few months. I even took my car off the road. For the next few months, I'm just being me. Working on my music, hanging out with people I know and dreading the inevitable return to the real world of work, taxes, rent and all the drama that comes with it. Am I so rich that I can afford to do this? No. I just don't care. I've learned to live with so little that it really doesn't matter when I grow up. (Also, there is a matter of nasty little trust fund that will mature eventually). So, I ain't really worried, eh?
Now you know everything about me you need to know. I'm a spoiled, rude, combative, irresponsible lunatic. With a simple poem to share with anyone who'll listen. I figured something out a long time ago. Something important. If you're clever enough and patient enough, I'll get around to sharing it.
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