I’m a guy who finds the idea of talking about himself online somewhat uncomfortable. Instead of making myself feel uncomfortable, I would much rather make you feel uncomfortable. Kapeesh?
Which is why I hope to make this as painful for you to read as it was for me to write. Let’s begin.
When I was a kid, people asked me all the time if I was “digging for gold up there.”
Recently, I have been very confused as to how one space after a period became the norm.
When I was 9, I bit a lightbulb and it exploded, sending shards of glass into my mouth and 120 amazing volts through my body. I saw a black and white image of what I believe to be a witch’s skull with hair standing up while I was being electrocuted.
I once saw a child (cancer patient) get a bone marrow biopsy on his hip bone and almost passed out. The kid barely cried, but apparently a lot of med-school grads pass out when they see their first procedure. The next day I watched another kid get one of his legs extended in the O.R. They broke his leg in three places to perform the procedure…a doughnut (sugar) and a banana (potassium) before the surgery helped me keep it together.
I visit my inner child every day. He has a Tonka Truck. And a Radio Flyer.
I used to play the sitar and the tabla, but haven’t played either for years.
I have immediate family on three different continents, two different hemispheres.
I love stone carving and woodworking, as well as working with engines. I also love photography, no duh.
People in South America hate it when people call the U.S.A. “America” because they’re “an America”, too.
Try not to take life to seriously – live a little, laugh a little, and be sure to make tons of mistakes…just not the kind that involve alimony or child support. And give yourself a purpose while on this Earth, contribute to society, better the world for yourself and others, for Pete’s sake (who the hell is this Pete character, anyway?).