Setting the record straight with a no-nonsense, honest perspective on life, words, and human connection.
Some call me restless. Some might say irresponsible. Others go so far as to say I am haunted. I don’t know about all that, but I know I go where my days take me and take me they do. Good, bad or otherwise – I owe all of the absolute highs and lows of my life to it and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I am a man of words. I say what I mean and mean what I say. The person on the other side of the table never left to wonder where I am coming from. I wish more suffered the same. No filter – it comes out while I try to choose my words carefully enough to be properly understood.
It is agonizing to me to be left wondering about another’s intentions. Their feelings on a particular subject. Men – when you disagree or if I might be pissing you off. Women – your true feelings for me or anything else in the world. Just fucking say it what the fuck? I lack the ability to “play games”, and therefore lack the ability to interpret them. I honestly don’t care to. Life is too fucking short. Statements made that are intentionally left to interpretation are weak. Say what you mean to say, and we’ll get along just fine.