And now, a few minutes with Andy Rooney.

"I am the angel of death. The time of purification is at hand."

I told that to a stranger back in my high school days and received a concerned lecture from the school psychiatrist as a result. Don't let that fool you, I'm the nicest guy you'll ever meet. I sometimes rest my head in a dysfunctional household in Glen Burnie, I spend more time in my car for that reason. I waste more time finding weed near basketball courts/administering 6 hour L rides, showing people what a dead city looks like (without formulating solutions or taking action to improve living conditions therein), playing guitar, and occasionally studying music. People say I'm capable of writing "beautiful, uplifting prose". For as long as I recall, I've daydreamed of playing guitar in a band. Basically, I am unemployed. And single. Sexual frustration didn't exist until my 20th birthday. I love basements. I'm naive and innocent for a person of two decades, and it's acknowledged that I'm a modern day Brick Tamland. I have a very mild form of Asperger's, it manifests in a certain ethos that can be alienating and a cause of bouts of depression and self doubt that I try to treat with communication, as opposed to chemicals. I believe in kindness and trust, and I tend to take it harshly when they aren't reciprocated. I love most people I encounter. Most of my posts will revolve around whatever my iPod decides to play, 90s references, or politricks, plus personal bullshit and whatnot. I'll leave the dubstep and pictures of drugs and food to everyone else. Generally, I am of the opinion that those who go to absurd lengths in an effort to describe themselves are full of shit and should be avoided at all costs, but having a Tumblr/personal blog is like a license to be pretentious.