I am not someone you'd see on Lockup. I'm not boisterous, tattooed or thuggish. I could say I'm an ordinary man doing an extraordinary amount of time, but reformed scoundrel would be more honest. My tenth year of prison and my second of college means I'm halfway through both. I can't let them arrest my intellectually, too.
I'm an artist and writer, guitarist and songwriter but first I am a father. My sons are 22 and 9. I see only enough of them to startle me witless and impress me profoundly.
I prefer the book to the movie, listening to talking (but I am not shy), the country to cities, substance to fashion, and solitude to attitude. I have faith in healthy skepticism. Nature and I, though still in love, are taking a break. I have no childhood issues to inflict on anyone.
A motto: Today I will create one sincere thing.
I've been addicted to sobriety for seven years. I'm 6'2" and fit, as if that matters on the page. I'm low tech - my typewriter is cutting edge - but if I could, I'd friend: Tori, Adele, Johann and Wolfgang; Dillard, DeLillo, Dawkins and non-khaki clothes. I'd unfriend: Interrupters, liars, drama and all things Salisbury. Hope, they say, never deserts us and I have to believe it transcends walls, as well.
Perhaps you're hoping to find someone who has something worthwhile to share, while I, in turn, am hoping you find the time to write me.