I collect music, instruments, computers, knowledge, and ex-girlfriends – many of which I despise, but a few that I foolishly let go of.

By the time I die, I hope to know a little bit of everything, and to have traveled the world in a 1967 VW bus. I will be either famous or infamous, depending on where my life takes me.

My death will most likely have something to do with caffeine.

I’ve always wanted to play [guitar | bass | cello | mandolin | banjo | sing] in an [indie rock | bluegrass] band, but I’ve never found anyone interested in writing music.

One of these days, I’m going to hop on a train and ride around the country until I decide I’m ready to come home.

I miss elementary school and the near total lack of responsibility.

I believe that I am just a figment of everyone’s collective imagination… An anti-nihilist, if you will.