I updated this page on: 8/7/2007
http://www.dougkochmanski.com
"Turn it up, turn it up. Little bit higher. Radio."
"Out with the kickers and the truckers and the cowboy angels. And a good saloon in every single town. And I remember something you once told me. And I'll be damned if it did not come true. Twenty-thousand roads I went down, down down, and they all led me straight back home to you."
"My father said, 'Son, we're lucky in this town. It's a beautiful place to be born. It just wraps it's arms around you. Nobody crowds you, nobody goes it alone. That flag flying over the courthouse means that certain things are set in stone. Who we are, what we'll do and what we won't.'"
"Someday, girl, I don't know when—we'll get to that place where we really want to go, and we'll walk in the sun. But, until then, tramps like us? Baby, we were born to run."
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25 in Pittsburgh. 32" waist/31" inseam. Pink is not my favorite color. I like the cold and the snow; I'm in Pittsburgh because I want to be in Pittsburgh. Odd? Art Director at IdeaMill . Available for parties. Have friends; like them. Listen to music; like it. Watch films; like some of them. Enjoy sitcoms, circa. 1987, 1993, 1994. Want to get a new pair of glasses. iTunes library is @ 35,401 (I've blown right-the-fuck past 20,000.). Live with/married to/love Breanne (Wilcox) Kochmanski . She's a stylist/I get free styling. We just bought our first house. In Aspinwall. I do not not type correctly. I need a ride to Funkytown. Can be found at Lot 17, The Sharp Edge, Kelly's Bar & Lounge, The Harris Grill or Havana after 8:00 PM, on most nights. Drinking Budweiser. Used to be the drummer for quite-rocking/about-to-reunite Pittsburgh-based Long Time Darlings . Currently playing drums for Ben Hardt . I'll give you $1,000,000 for a night with your monkey. Chicken Fingers are good. These pants don't fit right. Fuck the FOCUS FACTOR—they revoked my driver's license (I got it back). I steal music, but, if I like it, I'll go buy it. Calvin (the dog) is the man (face/butt). Lots of times, I go to Jerry's Records in Squirrel Hill on my lunch break and forget to eat. Spectacular vinyl collection is @ 1,712 (most everything is first-pressing—fuck reissues). I (used to) have a big pyramid of 20 oz. soda bottle caps in my office. My desk is a giant door on sawhorses—and it's great. I buy really cheap furniture that people think is too fucked-up to qualify as cool or antique and I make it awesome. Our apartment is gorgeous—but, our house (soon) will be nicer. NFL/Steelers mental case. Metal rules. It's not my fault. Feed the bear a tasty chicken/put a bag over the bear's head. Often misinformed. I kind-of live under a creative commons license. Problems problem-solving? "If you love someone, set them free. (If they come back, set them on fire.)" Fruits of neglecting social interaction? Why? Everyone needs a little rug in their lives. (Make yours a sheepskin.) Find other cities more glamorous than Pittsburgh; doesn't make me want to leave Pittsburgh. I think Pittsburghland is the bestest amusement park ever!
