I'm a 41-year-old biochemist that has converted to photojournalism because, frankly, the money in biochemistry stinks. I spend my days chasing imaginary lemurs in my backyard and, of course, surfing the internet. I live in a two-horse town known to some as "Bumbledust." I just like to call it home.
Right now my tubby tabby Abby is draped elegantly across my right arm, begging me to feed her. As it is just before midnight, Central US time, I'd rather not get up and risk waking the neighbors with my 400-decibel can opener. Every cat in the continental United States can hear this thing, I feel certain, and a good deal of them come running whenever the bohemith is fired-up.
I drive a black 1987 Cadillac with red leather interior, and am often pulled over under the racist suspicion of being "non-white." Of course, as a photojournalist, I offer to immortalize the underpaid, overworked cops on some wayward skins e-zine, and most accept. If not, however, I always carry a large amount of cash on hand just for this specific purpose.
Now for the truth. I'm a 20 year old college student with a hyperactive imagination and no career direction whatsoever in life. I enjoy nature, and especially enjoy collecting and pressing flowers. I play paintball when I can procure the guts enough to go out there against my family's tricked-out autocockers. Getting hit stings, but not as badly as would be expected... unless it smacks the soft tissue, and then you hemmorhage.
Let's see... I live at home, with my two brothers and my parental units. And four cats and four dogs, two squirrels, and a myriad of fish. My favorite food is cheese, and as such I share characteristics with my pets besides being overly hairy and barking and meowing at everything within sight and hearing distance.
So that's about it. Smile for the camera, life's a soundstage.
The meaning of life is.
