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About me:
I guess I can best be described (in the short term) as a pygophilist, a libertine, at one time an infantry squad leader and someone who frequently enjoys: coffee, raw sugar, books, micheladas, cheap sun glasses, the occasional semi-automatic rifle, the Springfield XD line, Ms. Sparxxx, Persian rugs, belly dancers, Irish breakfast tea, corned beef sandwiches, bacon, compasses, the night sky, incarnate angels, Latin, stained glass windows, things that fall from the night sky, and thick hips.
I'm no stranger to: hurt feelings, bruised and broken hearts, betrayals, the occasional semi-automatic rifle, vanilla lattes, pain killers, things that go “bang,” global positioning systems, the local cuisine, selfishness, stumbling around in the dark, moving on without closure, bittersweet victories, being out of breath, hot chai with too much sugar, ducking, starting over…and thick hips…
Additionally, you should also know: it takes a certain kind of courage to be my friend; the movie Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade is loosely based on my life; I believe in love; I can drive "a stick" (pardon the American colloquialism); I run towards gunfire; And collectively, I am not: a door mat, a spare tire, a toilet, a fire hydrant, an umbrella, a second fiddle or a second choice. Choose me or lose me.
And lastly, the following is a list of items that I want to acquire - if you have these items (and are looking to unload them) or you have information on where I might find them, drop me a line or two: things that fall from the night sky, Libyan desert glass, a decent night's sleep, a cure for depression, learning how to dance the tango, learning how to play the guitar, a personalized autographed picture of Ms. Sparxxx, a legitimate sighting of Ogopogo, feathers from the wings of an angel, and a bottle of being comfortable in my own skin.
I know that barely scratches the surface but anything more than that and you should just get to know me...if you still want to. If not, cheers! Have a good day!
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