The man behind the sludge and above the mire.

If you have stumbled upon my blog, contrats, I hardly link it anywhere and yet it still manages to attract people.

I’ve been described as a rock star, someone who needs a significant other, an independent, a dependent, an artist, a musician, an asshole, and a lover. Many a name I have had, none of them I follow religously.  If there is one thing that would peg me indefinately, it’s that my life is revolving around music and emotion constantly, I find that life has a concise and distinctive soundtrack that everyone follows and cannot escape it’s effluent grasp. Although a personal view, music is the one thing that people turn to in order to give life the emotions they cannot find words or images for.

I want to say I know it all, but I hardly know anything much at all, although I’d like to believe I am smarter than your average city-dweller on par with an educators income. I drive fast, I’m obnoxious at times, those who get me love me and find me hilarious, other (who lack a sense of humor and a dirty mind) hate me because the others like me even though I am “the trip”, I’ll be a police officer in less than 2 years, and a Tactical Anti-Gang/Drug team member in double that time, I’ll go deaf by the age of 30 because my music is too loud, I’m the guy that needs a girlfriend who is just as out of her mind as much as I am just to keep up with me.

More…..more? Well, you know how to get to know me. Use it.