A bio: i'm this guy who finally got his ass out of the disturbing embrace of 'home' and moved to Clinton Hill Brooklyn so i wouldn't regret it while i'm dying. That was September '02. Since then i've spent a lot of money that wasn't mine in an effort to exploit all the minutes and seconds that were. Have i succeeded? Probably not, but at least i've got the debt to show for it.

In the time since digging holes by borrowing against my fourth dimension, i've begun to sell that dimension as a bar-back in a cigar bar, re-arranged my loft to feel like i live there and am still trying to understand how to stop pushing and pulling on doors to make them open.