I serve in the U.S. Army; write; have weird dreams; make up little songs in my head while I'm on patrol; pray to pagan gods; watch cartoons; read lots of noir and science fiction; miss my family; scream at idiots in traffic and honk my horn a lot; mentally correct misspelled signs and bathroom graffiti; tell "gallows humor" jokes; advocate responsible gun-ownership; do not jump at shadows, but run to catch up to them; still want to grow up to be a rockstar; wonder why I ever did theatre; wonder why I ever left the theatre; love my friends forever, to the point of being really annoying about it; subsist on Ripped Fuel, Gatorade, and Pop Tarts; want to find a good Krav Maga instructor; want a rum and Coke; hope my daughter isn't breaking something or getting into some other kind of trouble; have an obsession with coffee that borders on the erotic; also overload on energy drinks; dislike having my picture taken; love slot machines and lotteries; play games with dice; have a decent singing voice; usually figure people out in a couple of minutes; belive that entropy is the natural order of things; fear for the future; take nothing seriously; make wishes come true.