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Interests: My family, japanese swords, housepainting, literature Samples:
For some reason, we describe newborn babies by sex and weight. "A boy, eight pounds six ounces. A girl --Great Heavens-- twelve pounds two ounces. Poor woman." Perhaps there's not much else we can say politely about babies that would be true. "Wrinkled skin, face the shape of a baboon's butt, cries and pees a lot, not much personality." All this by way of an introduction to myself. As adults we still parcel out irrelevant information about ourselves, but the categories change. Sex is obvious in most cases, and weight is considered taboo. So: I am now some 32 years past the wrinkled stage, though the rest may still hold true. There's not much else. I live in Kansas City, and strive mightily to waste as much time as I possibly can with my 4 year old daughter and lovely wife. I like to fish, though I never do anymore. I like movies, though I only go once a year. I like pizza, warm bread, and donuts, all of which I can't eat because of a recently developed allergy. I like kids - and often wish that I could go back to eight or nine and do childhood over. Do it right this time. Enjoy it while it lasted. While I could still eat bread, fish, go to movies every week, run without puking. Happiness, so far as I can tell, was shagging flies in the outfield with a bunch of pathetically untalented cub scouts in a summer league, and I should have recognized it. Now I know better. Now I know what happiness looks like, and I'm not letting go: it wears the face of a 4 year old girl and a lovely woman. Perhaps the purpose of childhood was to teach me this. These are the most important things about me, and if they are not enough, there is this: I am male, and I weigh 155 pounds four ounces, give or take thirty pounds. Favorite Books
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Style:
Novels, Short Stories 
