I was whelped by a slave woman, the legends say. On a mountain crag by night; cries of the snow leopards echoing below. Left to die in the savage snows. A bitch wolf found me and gave suck. I was with the pack ten years before men came.

They took me for a curiosity. I was hauled to their cities in chains, a thing to leer at. One night I bit out my jailer’s throat and ran free under the moon. By then I knew speech. I made my way to the New World on a steamship.

By the time hair sprouted down there I’d tamed lands, beasts, and women. Dark eyed servant girls laughed and filled my cup with wine; my cellars were stacked high with gold. Still. I was troubled by dreams. Talons of snow in the dark. The shrieking wind.

Now I'm on my way to San Francisco.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

I've got an open mind, a hankering to travel, and a few extra tootsie rolls in my pocket. After living a year in Hawaii, I am flying myself and shipping my car to San Francisco, where I am staying for a week while I wait for my car to arrive before heading eastward across the country with my best friend, Wilder. The two of us are looking for intelligent, honest people to meet and share stories and intellect with along the way. We've got the journey of a lifetime ahead. Won't you write it with us?

Interests

Traveling, songwriting, beards, mustaches, painting, magic, cycling, philosophy, camping, hiking, storytelling, story listening, tiddleywinks, and bunglesnumfkins.

You can see some of my paintings at www.facebook.com/optykvibes

You can listen to some of my music at http://boxes-music.bandcamp.com and www.soundcloud.com/archimedeansolid

• wine
• flying
• traveling
• painting
• magic
• music
• cycling
• hiking
• camping