Okay here is the skinny. I am a gypsy soul boy from the west, and I am currently playing soldier here in Washington.
I am a lover and a poet. A good lover, like young Marlon Brando. And a bad poet, like Jim Morrison. When I am done working for the man I will be a baker once again, and bring joy to hungry people and pay for school - pretty easy life, right? I eventually hope to own a brewery or vineyard, thus increasing my karmic output tenfold. But right now, I dream.
I love to listen to music (give me Chopin or Motorhead or Imogen or Damien - punk, ska, goth, hip-hop, fly, jazz, metal, or just rock me - I love it all!) raft down the many northwestern rivers with my sister, rally my posse for a caravan to the drive-in, or just hang out. I most appreciate people who are down for sporadic adventures. Like ghost hunting, making out or bake-offs. I love to dance and to sing off key, and I am fortunate enough to have a bunch of great friends who have the same passion for karaoke and getting down with their bad selves.
If you are cool (I mean only cool people use PoF, right?!) then send me a message!
Que sera, sera. We could start a book club or go skydiving. Or we could take a long walk, like Jill Scott. I don't know if I can deal with trying not to look at the side-profile of a stranger in a theatre for two hours before we can actually talk. Thats awkward. And what does my side-profile look like? I don't even know.