Grampa: “Is your name ‘Bart’?”
I am the nicest misanthrope you will (n)ever meet. Depending on you ask, I am either a beaner or am white-washed, am a nomadic soul with a lust for women, booze, literature, and music (I have an iPod like, as The Limousines say, a pirate ship). Sometimes, music rescues me from misanthropy. Sometimes, books makes me forget of my cynicism and compels me to find my muse. There is nothing more fickle than a muse
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