I managed to lose both my Chase cards last night, sometime in between yelling at Tim and making out with a stripper at Horseshoe, and still found myself waking up next to a bartender who had to get to church this morning.
C’est la vie.
Life is nothing more than folly following whimsy and dusk following dawn, and I am nothing more than a poet writing lines that mean more to me than anyone else. One day I'll make sense of all this. Maybe. Just recently moved back to Northeast Florida to take a really cool job.
Single white male, privileged but not haughty, well-spoken but not particularly well-read, smarter than I look with hair more famous and memorable than I ever hope to be on my own. And just so you know, in case my content didn't give it away, I'm a huge homo. So there.
Welcome to my glass house.
Aim = PragmaticChris
Ask humbly and ye shall be answered
