I am a friendly guy, I get along with people. Problem is, I tend to attract precisely the type of company that I would gladly line up against the wall Khmer Rouge-style. The point is I am fortunate enough to have close friends that I consider family, and I am thankful for that without a doubt.

What would be great is if I could bump into other miscreants and good-natured malcontents that I could happily bitch and moan with, and not to mention listen to a whole bunch of LOUD ANGRY HARDCORE MUSIC, and talk about writing and film. And if I haven’t set the bar high enough, these fictional new friends of mine should also be intensely passionate, intelligent and regard sarcasm and wit as the only pure forms of comedy left to mankind…