My hobbies are writing (actually it's an obcession), hiking in the wilderness, camping, fishing, photography, star gazing, watching bull riding, watching football (I enjoy a good rough football game, like the busting head games back when the Raiders, who are my favorite team, use to bust heads and helmets.), I also love the outdoors and nature and anything to do with nature. I love animals and I give money to charities which help animals.

My goals in life are to become a successful writer in my genre of preternatural and supernatural horror/romance.
I am unique in my being a rather dark minded individual, not in the sense of violence or hate, but in the sense of writing and thought. Werewolves and vampires are what I think about mostly in my literary mind. I have been referred to as being Goth, Metaphysical, Wiccan. I am not, I am I suppose more Gothic, into punk and heavy metal music as will as classical. My favorite colors are black and blood red. I enjoy talking to people and am not shy to meet new people. I love cats, they are my favorite animal. I also like wolves.
I am a second generation american on my father's side, which were German and Danish and escaped Europe in 1917 just before the beginning of WW1. On my mother's side I am Celtic-Irish of the Barrett Clan and Cherokee. I am very proud of my ancestory and am very close to my Celtic and Cherokee roots. I love Pow wows and love to watch the Fancy Dancers, Grass Dancers...
I feel my best when it is a starry night in summer and even better when the moon is full and bright.
Please if you want to contact me, have a picture available that you can send me. I am not judgemental, just want to know who I'm talking too.

######IF U KNOW A BIKER" PLEASE" REPOST!!#######

I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.
But you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But you didn 't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you stare at my long hair.
But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.

I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.
But you didn't see me cry as my children where born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But you didn't see me going home to be with my family.

I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you yelling at your kids in the car.
But you didn't see me pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you race down the road in the rain.
But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But you didn't see me trying to turn right

I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But you didn't see me leave the road.

I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you go home to your family.
But you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I WAS JUST A BIKER. A person with friends and a family. But you didn't see me.

Repost this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community