I'm a silly bastard, true of heart and I want the best for those in my life. I do not compete with friends or family. My blood is the only connection between George Bernard Shaw and Jane Bowles.

I've driven motorcycles across Cuba and Portugal, managed the assets of two of America's founding families, been a photographer in New York, worked at Enron in London, studied in Spain, skydived over Italy and camped in the Amazon basin for a week to get over an intense fear of insects; it didn't work. I saw death on that trip. It's not the first time: I found a suicide in the woods on New Year's when I was 13 (a boy my age named Michael). By serendipity I found out why he did it.

I live in the East Village y hablo Espanol. I have a scar on my face and a tattoo on my shoulder. David Bowie and The Libertines are all-time faves (I'm always rooting for Pete Doherty to pull through).

In the fourth grade the nuns at my Catholic school told my mother in a parent-teacher conference I wanted them dead. I did not. I'm glad I'm getting older (wiser) and I disdain youth.

 I've moved 33 times amongst 3 countries (US, GB and ES), 6 states (NJ, GA, CO, TX, PA, NY) and 17 cities. Airline family, not military. Then it was me. Before NYC is forgotten. I travel off the beaten path. These are the good ole days. Happy endings never bore me.