About me:
"I found something here I want you to have-
It's not much, just a story,
But it's all I've got so take it,
Here, it's called Dylan.
Dylan, his drug of choice was 'more.'
So he took more, and more,
Until one day he woke up
Babbling in his own traffic jam,
Realizing, he is killing off the best parts of himself
And claiming he could read people's skin.
When he looked down at his heart flap, it said,
'Boy, go find your spine and ride it outta here.'"
Who I'd like to meet:
I'll encounter all types anyway.