If you haven't figured out who I am by now I'll spill out out for you as blatantly as I can: as the top states I am made up of four fourths, bluesman, hobo-clown, geriatric and Celtic warrior. My attitude and physical appearance will attest to every fourth. I haven't cut my hair since seventh grade and my beard is a virgin; it hasn't been trimmed, shaved or tampered with in any way. It's the purest thing I have. I think I am one of the only sinners I know who has had an un-tampered with beard for so long. I'm not even Amish, but I do dig their buckle hats. I am aimlessly floating into my destiny at the moment, like a plastic bag caught in the wind. I have no direction and no idea, but I'm hoping I'll know when I land. I live my life by allowing things of any sort fall into my lap and dealing with them accordingly. Sometimes I embrace them, some times I embrace them then dump them, sometimes I know to dump them immediately. It's a delicate process that needs to be dealt with gingerly.
