"Now everybody talks, and everybody listens. But somehow the truth always comes up missing."
I just turned 20...and I'm so happy t celebrate a birthday that really doesn't matter to me...well, oh well. So lets see...I'm not your average black, gay, author, college student, and whateva else i want to be known as when i die. I read (really now?). I love all types of music, except for most things that are on the radio. Most of the news makes me laugh. I like being smart some of the time, slow the rest. I would like to think I'm some-what intelligent, but my mind tends to wanter...most of the time to shoes or plans for my tattoos. I tend to ramble alot(if you haven't noticed), and I pride myself in having unique opinions about almost everything. I make an effort to not bore myself, so I'm never bored. I like Import cars, but muscle cars make me gasm. I spell most words incorrectly even though i have a strong vocabulary. I'm masculine enough, but i hate any kind of bug or vermin(rats...eww.) I try to be a nice guy...which means that most of the time I hold back the