Who I Am

Who I Am

Funny you should ask. I’m a prophet, poet, philosopher, and a scribe. I try to explain that it’s good to be alive, either by drawing your attention to something inspiring awe, or anything else that makes you continue to drop your jaw. Then again I’m a salesman by trade, using language to espouse the virtue of sales being made.

I can sell you, smell you, and tell you in one fell swoop about the kind of beautiful mind that can’t be blind to these savings so amazing you’ll have to snatch them before they fly the coup. I like to stress every word that you heard and have that cascade of adjectives and verbs resound around the nouns you’ve found so appealing that you’re flooded to the ceiling with such good feelings as to leave you squealing with the kind of satisfaction only a linguist’s tongue can provide. Still not satisfied? Fine.
I’m a gym rat, and combat sports enthusiast. I’m a verbal illusionist. Taking your eyes from the prize blinding you with the kind of insights you know to be true, so you can say you believe in magic too. And the magic is real, to a degree. I can still see you just as you see me. What’s changed is your intent, once an existential lament, now realigned to silent contentment, listening to my hypnotic narrative as an exotic imperative. Telling you to examine how you live, to give, and forgive. All this while selling my wares, warding off the stares and glares of the needlessly hateful, and still staying grateful.

You ask who I am. Well, now you know. I’m one of the unsung sons of guns with the freshest flow.

I’m a nerd with a pen, and I know how to use it.