An interview was conducted a few years ago, the reporter asked an old man various questions pertaining to his longevity.  What was it like back then? Greatest invention? Most horrifying memory... The old man had plenty to say... Wisdom, truth, illumination...but the most memorable to me was his response to this query. "What do you attribute to your longevity? Why are you alive and kicking?" The old man laughed, and said "three things have kept me wanting. Wanting to keep on going. Those three things are cigarettes, whisky and most importantly wild women.

Be gentle, it's my first time

Why did I start writing? What did I think I had to say that merited being saved and shared with countless others? Among the masses there surely must be a more poignant version of the facts. A vassal of truth, knowledge, enlightenment, a beacon that is evolved beyond measure. Alas, it is not I. I am a connoisseur of tomfoolery, an infidel in foodioligy and a master debater.  Here are the written words of a lost soul that knows what he likes, but doesn't like what he knows...