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So I suck at writing about myself, but since I still have some liquid courage running through my veins, here I go. I’m a self confessed asshole. If I see something, and if I can connect the dots and make a joke of it, I will. I know far too much for my own good. I write poetry. Call what you may of it, but poets tend to love you in ways you never imagined. I also suffer from the craftsman’s curse which is you find perfection in your works. I’m a balls to the walls person, who if you become close to me, I’m willing to go down in flames for you and crawl over broken glass without uttering a yelp, no matter how great the pain and how covered I may be. That’s just the way I am. That’s all for now, but this is a work in progress. More may come later as I feel the need or desire to write about myself.
