I'm 26 years old, living in a fairly large city in Virginia, with the clarity and focus of a nineteen year old. I work at a bar/poolhall called the subrocket which affords me the ability to sleep late and make art and music during the day while interacting with my other nonworking or evening-employed friends. I spend very little time in my apartment - on the top floor of an old victorian house. I've lived here for about six years and I was miserable until I met an interesting group of fellow artists and disgruntled postal-worker types who let me crash their parties.

I am a simple man with simple pleasures - still innocent at heart though my actions often prove otherwise. I write about sex a lot. I am single.