I was born in Clarksburg, WVa where you don't make the mistake of calling a hillbilly a redneck... where my kin folk literally fought over a peck of salt and if you talk with someone long enough you'll probably find out you're related. My young mind couldn't handle such pressure, so at 15 months old I decided to hitchhike my way to Scotland. Not having the best Navigational skills at 15 months and finding it hard to get anyone to drive me as far as Scotland, I ended up in Alaska. The folks that gave me the ride said they were family and, being a hillbilly, I didn't question them on it.
I tried to spend my childhood being raised by wolves but was forced into the public educational system against my will. Eventually I ended up graduating from Chugiak High Shcool. Which, back then, was a matter of pride. Not just my own pride in graduating in the alotted amount of time with all my limbs attached, but also the school's pride in putting out students that don't need cash registers with cute little pictures of french fries and burgers on them.
I spent a few years in college trying to get an architecture degree with the grand vision of returning to West Virginia and helping the hillbillies that didn't escape build bigger and better cabins (rednecks live in trailers). But having not developed a taste for alcohol by that point and finding out that they could only pay me in moonshine I decided to find a different carreer field. So, I moved back to Alaska were I met up with an old friend (who had also tried unsuccessfully to be raised by wolves) and finished my college life with a degree in Journalism Public Communications: Telecommunications & Film. Which is a whole lot like getting a degree in English from a university in Moscow. Or, let's face it, an architectual degree in West Virginia.
So, degree in hand, I set off and got myself a job in a comic book store. Where I've carved out my little nich in the world for the last *mumble, mumble* years. Laugh all you want (because I can hear you and the voices tell me where you live) because I'm happy while most of the rest of the world is misserable. You're just jealous because I don't have to drink myself into oblivion each night. I'm smarter than that. I wait for the international flights where the alcohol is free. As long as they keep sending me back to Tokyo I'm a happy man. - spoiler warning- If you go to Tokyo make it one good trip because if you go twice you're hooked and can never happily return to the outside world again.
Oh, hey... this is supposed to be about Interests & Personality... oops.
Um... I like movies, books, music, breathing air and the warmth of a woman in my arms (hey, I'm good. I could be a TV psychic). I don't smoke, have an odd sense of humor and I've never beaten a girlfriend (no matter how much they begged for it). I have no patience for stupid people that drive or have kids. If you can't handle it then don't do it.
