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Overview
About Me
CURRENT MISSION
To experience a full second of real, untainted, ethereal happyness.
ABOUT ME
That day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd just run across Greenbow County. And I figured, since I ran this far, maybe I'd just run across the great state of Alabama. And that's what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. For no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well turn around, and just keep on going. When I got to another ocean, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well just turn back, keep right on going.
PHILOSOPHY
I am still currently trying to figure this all out. Yet, I know I wish to be a good man. I wish to love with all my heart, and I wish to leave a mark on this world, no matter how small.
Interests
Soccer, cinema, poetry, love, and sex, in no particular order.
- poetry
- running
- movies
- soccer
Music, Movies, and Books
MOVIES:
2 Days in Paris, 300, Amelie, Anchorman, l'Auberge Espagnole, Beautiful Girls, Before Sunset, Billy Madison, Closer, Cruel Intentions, Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind, Garden State, Half Nelson, Jeux d'enfants, Little Children, Motorcycle Diaries, Paris je t'aime, Rocket Science, Shopgirl, Stay, The Notebook, The Science of Sleep, The Shape of Things, The Wedding Singer, Troy, Un long dimanche de fiançailles, Wedding Crashers, Wristcutters, Y tu mamá también
MUSIC:
Angus & Julia Stone, Cat Power, Damien Rice, Glen Hansard, Iron & Wine, Telepopmusik, Thievery Corporation.
BOOKS:
The Catcher in the Rye, Harrison Bergeron, The Little Prince, Love, Plutarch: The Life of Alexander, Slaughterhouse Five, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
One Amazing Thing I’ve Done
I journeyed to Paris for a woman's love. I did not speak French, nor did I have more than one hundred dollars in my pocket. I also knew she had a boyfriend. I was inevitably shot down, yet it was the best "friend-talk" I've ever gotten. Friend-talks in French cafe's are different. Really.