I’m an ex-novelist (two under the belt, neither existing, I deleted them)
I really don’t like vegetables. Nuff said.
The longest poem I ever wrote was a 300 + line Terza Rima entitled “My Child Of Sin”
I think people have to be on some serious drugs to think that I am a good writer.
I’m a twin (paternal)
I don’t think I have very many talents.
At one point in my life I studied gynecology to continue into college.
At one point in my life I could play nine musical instruments.
I’m hyperactive.
I’m shy and a loner.
I have studied four foreign languages (and never learned a damn one)
I dress the same as I did in high school.
I’m bloody long winded.
I had a crush on my girlfriend even though I was dating someone else at the time.
I’m a hopeless romantic.
In grade school I had the skill and vocabulary understanding of a college senior.
I’m the reason for Mount Pleasant High School having a 3-5-page essay rule.
Nothing makes me happier than making people smile and laugh, thought clowns scare the shit out of me, thanks Mr. Gacy.
I have a love of old, old out of date books.
I have a dead rat called Petey as a pet. (I bet I spend less on pet supplies than anyone else that has a pet on here.)
I have excellent penmanship but my actual writing is damn near incoherent and illegible.
My mom and dad didn’t know they were gonna have me until I was coming out my mom. Fucking doctors!
At 72º I begin to get cold enough to put on a sweater.
Dead guys are some of my favorite authors.
I am almost self-taught in everything that I do.
I am a “deep” thinker but I call myself shallow.
I don’t take compliments well because I don’t want to become egotistical.
I think that shit, fart, and vomit humor is some of the funniest humor around.
I’m a walking contradiction.
Girls to me make the best kind of friends.
I’m LAZY!
I’m messy as hell, just look at my room.
Have I said that I’m long winded?
That’s all.
Adios.