I was born on a cold and stormy November morning back in 1975…. I knew that life would be a long hard road and decided to try to hang myself with my umbilical cord… the doctors thought it was an accident, and revived me… hence the beginning of my bitter hatred towards mankind.
Ummmm… I was born and spent most of my childhood in Atlantic City, New Jersey my dad worked in “construction†or so the family said… and my mom worked on some corner in downtown Atlantic City…. Either that, or she was a stay-at-home mom, I’ll let you decide. I have an older brother who owns a boat part selling website. I’m one of those rare people who was raised in the 80s who still has married parents, and still gets along with everyone in their family (if you don’t count the ones I had to kill).
I moved down here to Panama City, Florida back in 1990 when I was in High School… and it BLOWS here… if you ever think about moving to this area, just put the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger until it clicks… it’s a miserable hell of a town on so many levels… but lemme get back on track.
I finished high school (best 7 years of my life), went to a local Tech School for drafting and design, went to work for a local engineering firm where before I was even old enough to drink, got to do some big projects for Nasa, the US Navy, Italian Navy… Then in true fashion of myself, I went from that to working at Wal-Mart for 6 years, before getting my current job for American Standard building Trane Air Conditioners. The jobs good, benefits are good, pay is pretty bad, but I do get to inhale copper and gasflux fumes 8 hours a day 5 or 6 days per week… My boss says copper and gasflux fumes have vitamin C and helps my respiratory system.
Politically speaking, I’m middle of the road, refuse to be officially tied to a political party of any kind… I tell people I’m neither liberal nor conservative because I’m pro-gun, pro-choice, and pro-death penalty… I just want to kill as many people as I can. No party is blood thirsty enough for me.
When I’m not working, or scaring people on ACF, I try to get out on my beloved sit-on-top kayak, get in a boxing ring, or play guitar. But most of the time, I just sit here and think about how I should be doing one of those things, instead of just sitting here.
One thing I’m sort of known for amongst anyone who knows me is my insanely bad luck. Which is inspiring one of my future tattoos of various bad luck “charms†into a big leg piece… I just can’t get it right in my head. But typically if there’s a way to sustain an injury… I’ll figure it out. My most recent is piercing my nipple with a shard of metal blown by compressed air while at work…. Well, not pierced, but it went in my areola and under my nipple…. I mean really, it takes a special kind of bad luck for that. Some of my wonderful injuries have included, but are not limited to broken wrist and thumb (really cool hand trick came from that), fractured sternum, dislocated hips, 3 broken teeth, broke my nose at least 5 times, broke my face, and had about 4 concussions in a matter of a week and a half…. Plus many many more.
Uhhhh I can’t think of anything else that is overly interesting… so here’s some pictures.
My buddy, Lars
Me pretending to be Canadian... when I travel, I like to fit in with the locals.
Me when I was 5 years old... it was a really rough Kindergarten.
Me standing at an uber punk rock landmark.
The picture I want on my drivers license.
Okay, now I'll open the floor up to questions.
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I don't know of Heaven, but I've made peace with Hell.
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