Male

39

Getting the important stuff out of the way first:

I DO NOT DATE! I am not playing that fucking game anymore. I am not here for anyone's amusement. If you would like to attempt to establish a relationship with me, that is a different story. I need another "hook-up" like I need to put my hand back in the milling machine.

I am anachronistic, enegmatic and old-fashioned. There is only one of me, and that is likely for the best.

I am a full-time custom automobile builder. I have little interest in doing anything else.

No, I will not service your Honda, or change your oil (unless we are REALLY close, or I am totally in love with you.)

If you want your 1951 Ford sedan chopped, sectioned and channeled over full air-ride suspension, bring your checkbook, and we'll talk.

Once, I was six-feet-tall, now just 5'10.5", 167lbs. Nine peices of metal holding me together, seventeen for decoration. I will never have enough tattoos.

I have been dead more times than you have been alive.

I have seen the other side, and it is nowhere you want to be. There is no god there, I checked, three times.

I am stronger than I look, tougher and more durable than you would assume.

I am a cowboy. Not in the cattle herding way, or the big gay kind, but the goin' my own way sense. Livin' small, and taking care of my own shit.

I tried playing by the rules. I put on the tie. I drank the Kool-Aid.

It didn't work for long. Rags to riches to rags.

I am 36 and I just recently started learning from my mistakes. I know that it is a little late, but I am trying.

I am a hot rod builder, a wrenchmonkey and a general trouble magnet.

I may be a cracker redneck, but I am a dammed well educated cracker redneck. Be careful to not get the wrong idea about me, I have a drawer full of papers and am armed with a broad knowledge of just about everyting you could possibly think of. If you have an opinion, prepare to have it challenged. If you have come for an argument, prepare for it to be long and difficult.

I do what I do and live the way I do because I choose to. The grease under my fingernails can be found at the Commonwealth Club, City Arts and Lectures, the ballet, the opera and any number of lectures at major univeristies. I have read Stephen Hawking, and I GET IT.

I will correct you grammar. I have an opinion about EVERYTHING, you should too.

I never forget anything that anyone has ever said to me, and few things that I have heard. I memorize EVERYTHING.

I have little tolerance for stupidity. I have even less for people who cannot behave themselves.

I am a Smartist. Rest assured, if you are one of my friends, you are most likely extremely brilliant.

I have been many places one should not go.

I am no longer interested in traveling down roads that do not lead to my goals, or at the very least to some serious fun.

I now know what is important in life. I no longer live in fear and doubt. When I have questions, I WILL find the answers. Until I do, I do not need fairy tales to get me by.

It has been a long, hard road. I have learned to love myself, and it has opened the door to all that is beautiful and wonderful in this world.

I live for my friends. They are my real family, as most of my blood family has failed me. I have a brother, for whom the clouds have recently cleared, revealing a brilliant, beautiful and powerful mind. He is the greatest gift. Seeing the good he has become has made me forgive all of the bad.

I am fiecely loyal. I will step into harm's way without a moment of hesitatation to protect each and every one of the people I care about. Be prepared to deal with me if you intend to do them harm. I would value your life little, and show you no mercy.

I will not let you down.