I’m one in 2 million. Literally.
I love books, beers and bands.
I love and miss my Grandma and My Best Girl Bigsby.
Libertine. Hoping the phrase “bon vivant” shows up in my obituary.
If it’s not alcohol, water or coffee, I probably don’t drink it.
I like nerds, writers and responsible people.
I like dangerously clever people with multisyllabic vocabularies and twisted logic.
I like to fall sleep in the Whedonverse and wake up on my own.
I like kickin’ it old school. I like the Doctor on Friday nights and Zach Morris on Saturday mornings. I like tat’d greasers with bad attitudes and soft hands. I like epic books and shifts in the paradigm. I like Centro-Matic at midnight and a full moon view from my front porch.
I like my cocktail hour to start at noon. I like Lester Bangs and the rock writer ethos. I like bad movies and gossip sites. But, I loathe bad writing and insincere fandom.
I like Ernie Cline and Lena Dunham. I like sidewalk orgasms and rock overload in spring.
I like Elvis Costello and Jason Isbell and Sun Hotel. I love Kathleen Edwards and Fiona Apple. I like fuck you songs with bitter lyrics. A lot.
I like words: well spoken, well written and well justified.
I like epidemiology. I like late nights in dark rooms in a self-conscious haze. I loathe the daylight. I like cozy bars and strong cocktails. I like making lists. I love Saints football, cold days and hot toddies.
I like people who don’t question my motives.
I like beans and rice at Juan’s and Torchy’s tacos. I eat frozen pizzas at midnight and weaklings for breakfast. I like socialist theory and the history of salt. I like being guided by Robert Pollard. I like dirty, rotten scoundrels. The movie and the rogue class.
I like playing unfair. I like holding grudges. I like to rage. I like to make out in random places. I like to wake up in my own bed. I like the occasional karmic kick in the head.
I like to find out how people who got married in high school are doing these days. I like people who fuck for validation. I’m a fan of both games with interpretable rules and the zero-sum kind.
I like when the universe tells me to get loud.
I like Chicago. The city, not the band. I like New York and Austin.
I love New Orleans.
I like expensive hotels and cheap drinks with men of dubious character.
I like random magic tricks, well-practiced bad jokes and short road trips with long playlists. I like ghosts, vampires, the Chupacabra and Roberto Clemente. I like Bigfoot and Godzilla and UFOs and Jandek.
I like to change my mind. I like when others don’t.
I like a sincere laugh. I like irony not defined by Americans or Emo kids. I like fuck-ups and fucking with people. I like being serenaded by boys who write comic books.
I hide the pain for the things I can’t explain. I like the slow descent into a life I never meant.
I like to geek out.
I love WILCO.
I do not like hugs. I am never bored.