The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking.....Well that's enough of me let's talk about you !

I would say I love music be that would be redundant.I like going to the art museum,I love Art,I love Golf or just being outside,Inline skating,riding bicycles,walking trails,walking along the lake front or just a lazy afternoon at the park.

Red Wings Hockey,CSI, Top Gear,2 1/2 men,Boston Legal,Car racing.Motorcycle racing, Golf if I need a nap. I hate the reality TV stuff its so fake....

I love watching movies anykind even the old stuff. Even been known to watch one or two on Lifetime ;-)

Last read Just a Range Ball in a Box of Titleists (Gary McCord) don't have a lot of time to read, most of the time just the news paper.....