Ever spend an afternoon high on crank, listening to Human League while reruns of "Roseanne" play on the OH! Network on a television set on mute? Yeah, me neither.I drink a lot of coffee.- I watch a lot of movies in the vain hope that the life I lead will soon become more interesting than the fiction I bury myself with.I wake up freaking out about the things that never got done.I'm a recent graduate of the Mass. College of Art. I want to be a graphic designer when I grow up. That or a ninja. I dig illustration, a good steak, pretentious beer, frisbee, inane conversations in comicbook stores, dancing to overtly gayish brit-pop in underwhelming bars, and reading pop fiction in the Common, preferably around dusk.I split my time designing at a nifty little firm called Trinity and by bartending at the Paradise Rock Club cause it keeps me honest and anchored to how I was raised (my Pop works on forklifts and my Mom's a bank teller).My Dad had a mullet but we've come to forgive him. He is quite the dancer. I don't call him enough.. I'm really good at Tecmo Super Bowl, and saying mean / funny things that make people want to neck punch me. An essential survival skill in the big scary cityI worked at a coffeeshop when I was younger and pissed off a lot of white teenagers with cravings for milkshakes and cocoa. Pity no one told them that when you order soy chai tea in a COFFEE shop you instantly have no penis.Have you met my sister Katrina? She's fucking top shelf. No joke man. You don't even know.I'm the most loyal friend you will ever have and the worst fucking enemy you'd better not make. One day in my life would cripple most of you emotionally, spiritually, and physically.But more than anything else, I drink a lot of coffee.That, and the movies.
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