Look. I have pics. I have the juice. I'm a fuckin' rock star

Rock on, Rock Star. Rock on (permalink)...

What I am: An Adams Morgan denizen, a bungee-para-surfer, a wandering minstrel, a supporter of the unsupported, an eater of chicken, a thrower of Frisbees, a possessor of juice, to name a few. I'm a fuckin' rock star.

What I am not: conventional, acceptable to polite society, an eater of liver or any other organ meat, someone who would say things like "I am not someone who must fit into every click known" or "I am not someone who subscribes to majority group think" because I went through THAT phase when I was 22 or 23 or something.

The promise of warm weather is starting to motivate my lazy ass. Help get me out of my apartment. Movie, drinks, dinner, drinks, coffee, drinks, coffee drinks, good conversation, drinks, whatever we could do that could include drinks. This being craigslist, I'm looking for miracles here. Random hook-ups or any of that kind of shit would be OK by me too. I'm a fuckin' rock star after all. Hit me up.

Mr. BH