I live with my parents! How sexy is that?
I have a good reason. Up until recently, and for the last eight years or so, I was living in Brooklyn and my life was like a blissful paradise of butterflies and rainbows. I lived in an awesome building filled with creative types, I worked in a metal-shop, and I performed with a small Shakespeare company on the side.
The metal-shop was particularly awesome. During the day we worked with metal and fire and in the evening we drank beer and played with motorcycles. It was the type of atmosphere in which creative gems such as the "crack-attack" emerge. The crack-attack is when you walk to one side of the shop and pull your pants down a little so that your butt-crack is clearly visible. You then bend over and angrily shout something like, "WHO PUT THESE DAMN GLOVES HERE", so that when everyone looks over they are presented with a winning view of the vista of your butt-crack. Very mature environment.
In any case, some time around my 30th birthday I started to feel that there was more to be done with my existence and I decided to return to school to pursue an education in Physics. I knew that this wouldn't happen if I stayed in New York and worked full time so I gave up the blissful paradise and returned to Miami. To say the least I am not really your typical Miami guy. I'm much more comfortable in a seedy bar than a bumping club and will take an IPA over a martini any day.
