Born and raised in some ghost town named Oilmont in North Central Montana, I come from a long line of sad, misfit losers who suffer long depressed lives if they don't die young from high risk decisions. Lived a pretty sheltered youth, and ended up pretty socially awkward and depressed early. So alcohol was the obvious next step, and being being German and Native American descent, I was born to drink and bad at it.
I tried to fit in and make it work around Montana for too long. Getting fucked up and playing music certainly helped fill that void. After a pretty bad run of suicides including siblings and childhood friends. I decided I wasn't going to waste this life in the rat race anymore. Cheers and hail Satan.
- Location
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Seattle, WA 98107, USA
- Gender
- Male
- Occupation
- Ex-Trucker turned Rubber Tramp
- Are you traveling now?
- Yes
- Spoken Languages
- English
- Gender Identity
- Male
- Sexual Orientation(s)
- Heteroflexible
- Relationship status
- Single
- Drink
- Sometimes
- Smoke
- Often
- Drugs
- Sometimes
- Political leanings
- Misanthropic Humanitarian
- Skills
- I know vice, getting to know virtue.
- Instruments played
- Drums, guitar(kindanotreally)
"If you stare at the moon, it will never blind you."