a brief blurb spanning 41 years? jeez, well, i was captain of my high school bowling team. relatively normal, limited baggage yet we all have issues and imperfections. living a quiet peaceful life, often too consumed with work and the gym, yet the gym has been has been a significant stress outlet for many years. i know, a smoker who loves the gym, scorn me now. never really found mrs. right, or was never so consumed with trying to find her, so there must be something wrong with me being 41, single, never married nor having any kids, at least my psychiatrist dosen't think so. dinners, quiet times, sharing, weekend drives to nowhere, stimulating conversation, company, all that good stuff would be welcomed. love music, tool, rage against the machine, alice in chains, et al, maybe i am supposed to be listening to jazz at my age, i am not sure, but for some reason "where have all the cowboys gone" and rascal flatts "what hurts the most" is on my i-pod as well. just trying to live each day as though it was my last and take in all the beauty around us.