I’m a pretty predictable person. Crack open my Xbox 360 and you’d most likely find a copy of Red Dead Redemption in there. Bust open my Wii and you’ll discover a copy of Red Steel 2 in it. Pry open my DVD player and No Country For Old Men would most likely come flying out. (It’s been a very Western heavy week for me) After destroying all my technology you would find an empty can of AriZona iced tea in my sock drawer if you felt so inclined to search it. What I’m saying by all this is that my habits really define the person I am.
I’ve always felt like there’s two sides to me: the side everybody gets to see of me and the side that only I and a few select people get to see. On the outside I’m this crazy, energetic, fucked up in the head individual who is a riot at parties. To myself, I’m a quiet, soft-spoken, easy going guy who prefers to have intelligent conversations. I think we’ve all had this identity crisis at some point. I’m not really sure if I’ll grow out of it, but I’m fine with that. My close friends know who I am and my family knows who I am. But most importantly, I know who I am.