Most people that know me well say that they've never met anyone that lives the kind of life that I do. Being single, childfree, and self-employed leaves me with no one to answer to. When I'm needed, I work; when I'm not needed, I play. It took a while, but I recently found just the right ratio between the two that comfortably sustains me and keeps me from boredom. I travel a lot. Flight attendants know me by name, I have a reserved parking spot at the airport, and I have been known to plan adventures by throwing darts at maps. If that concerns you, we probably won't get along. If that excites you, then you can throw the next dart. During warm seasons, I race dirtbikes, go to concerts, play on the boat or chill at the pool. During cold seasons, I go somewhere warm and do the same things!
-Finding a loophole and exploiting it
-Auctions / Estate Sales
-Lake, Mountains, Beach
-All forms of Auto Racing other than NASCAR
-Small, pellet sized ice, not the big half moon pieces. Zaxbys ice is the best there is
******The below is a fictional take on the profile of the most interesting man in the world. Read if you'd like a laugh********
I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Braves. I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after work, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby**** and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
Good Fishing Everyone...