Male

45

My name is Lawrence, and that generally what people call me, except for the ones that call me Ramón or Kurt, for reasons I have failed to gather.

I smoke just about enough, and drink more coffee than I should. I read voraciously and spell terribly. I ride a motorcycle every day, cept when it snows (when I just stay home). I have vast and wildly unsubstantiated opinions on subjects that I am completely unaware of.

In my youth I traveled as a iterate Buddhist missionary among the peoples of the American south, in later years I traveled among the people of South America in the pay of shadowy figures obsessed with pre-Christian iconography. I have sunk ships, wrecked cars and broken hearts. I have screwed the inscrutable, and gleamed the sphere. I sing rather well, which surprises me. I can tie a cherry stem in a bowline with my tongue. I will play a Dylan or Tom Waits CD on repeat, day and night, till strangers come to my house and make me stop. I am disturbed by the resemblance my landlord has to a gummy bear. I work shirtless in the hot sun till my body gleams with sweat. I shoot a consistent three-inch group at ten meters with a pistol, and three hundred meters with a rifle. I am always the first to hear, and the last to know.