I am one of God's rare prototypes, never meant for mass production; too weird to live, too crazy to die. I would describe myself as a quiet, intelligent individual with the soul of a clown that causes me to blow it at the most crucial of times. I've also been told that I'm "a genius geek trapped in a cool guy's body".

I'm a percussionist (which means I can play drums & piano) by natural means, a motorcycle enthusiast (translation: I ride a Harley & watch Sons of Anarchy, but I don't wear leather on leather on leather on leather & abscond to the "biker" cliche..), a flawed genius with an unhealthy amount of knowledge/trivia that will pan out on Jeopardy! one day, and the occasional cynical b@stard that resides in everyone of us from time to time...

First thing people tend to notice about me is my voice, definitely...I have a distinctive broadcaster baritone sound that drolls out wackiness all the time...

.If I'm not speaking, then the piercing permanent scowl on my face.... or my height (is it tall thin & goofy in here, or is it just me?).

Or my tattoos, those seem to be conversation starters, although I'm not sleeved or anything, just as my tat-artists have said "you have some interesting designs...".