I'm the rare type of guy who walks through walls. I'm a radical freaking pinko. I'm an aspiring starving bohemian artist/academic. A philosopher king. I'm a thinker, a fighter, and a postmodern direct action activist. I'm a film noire enthusiast. I'm a comic-book superhero.
I'm the one who rides the wrong way down one-way streets late at night to see the look on drivers' faces for that split uncertain second. Though I know my way around the city, sometimes it takes a little rule-breaking to get where you're going to end up.
I'm in a cafe with a scarf and turtleneck and a smooth chardinay listening to jazz on rainy days. I'm that dumbmotherf*ckingpunkanarchist that just tagged your suv. I'm a loud drunk. A degenerate. An invert.
I'm quick. I'm passionate. I'm brutal and honest. I'm clued-the-F-in.
And today, I'm happy.