|Location||In your deepest thoughts|
|Introduction||I am an author, with nothing published. I am an artist, with nothing painted. I am a musician, with nothing written. I am a rich man, with no wealth, and a poor man with no rags. I desire the best that the world has to offer, but am too disgusted with society to chase any of it. I want the simple things in life, but crave all things complex. I want the money, the cars, the clothes, but am more than content with the overdrawn bank account, the beat up hooptie and the tattered t-shirts. I am an enigma, a puzzle, a curious specimen. I am delightfully easy to figure out, simple to understand, and smooth on the mind when placed in thought.|
|Interests||reading, writing, blogging, computers, history, biographies, useless facts|
|Favorite Movies||8 Mile, The Usual Suspects, The Wizard of Oz, Training Day, Fight Club|
|Favorite Music||rap, hip-hop, hair metal, punk rock, alternative, Johnny Cash, The Beatles, Eminem, DMX, Jay-Z, Green Day, country, Kenny Chesney, Dierks Bentley, Michael Jackson|
|Favorite Books||The Giver, Alice In Wonderland, Through The Looking Glass, all James Patterson, all Ken Follet, Kushiel's Dart|
You get to ride the big roller coaster three times in a row. What will keep your dad from taking a bite out of your candy apple?
The fact that he would be nowhere near my candy apple, seeing that he has been nowhere near me in this life of mine...