I tire of the relentless monotony of my existence. I'm a renegade that is why I streak, religiously. I feel most comfortable in the mountains, naked and cold among the squirrels. If you can't respect that, I can't respect you. Some people can't enjoy a party unless they are drunk; I can't enjoy a fine meal at a restaurant with my pants on, that's just how I roll. Sometimes I feel impressed to run, jog if you will, away from the worries and stresses of life and towards a happier tomorrow, and sometimes I get lost on the way. I have been married and divorced 5 times, and have learned something new from each successive relationship. I just wish that you and me (us) could talk about whatever, that we could roam the prairies and smile upon the bison. That is my dream.
If you are new at this site, consider wetting your palette with some of my favorite posts, including my open letter to People Who Can't Read, my letter to People Who Will Not Read This Letter, my letter to Somali Pirates, the Inventor of Marco Polo, or my letter to the War on Terror.
