aenemated

lucky to be in vegas, i hear. lucky to be able to work like i work, i hear. i've been told good friends that know me well think i never do shit. i sit around and cash flow magically appears. see -- i'm co-founder of a design company. my job is creative director as well as CTO. i develop the initial look and feel for a project and, depending on what said project calls for, i do all the design for it. i'm also 100% responsible for all the technology and development. i do a lot. sure, i may spend hours at the pool when it's sunny. (nearly all the time in fabulous las vegas.) but what people don't see or know about is me being in my dark little hole from 12am till 6am working my ass off. sucking down numerous packs of cigarettes and consuming oceans of coffee while listening to tom waits' "closing time" over and over again. by god i do work, dammit. i'm not lucky, really. hang with me for 20 minutes at the roulette table and you'll see that. talented? maybe a little. but i've put in more hours in front of this machine than i like to think about.

i like to think i've earned this priviledge.

to some extent.

by the way -- i learned tonite that if the top is off your jeep wrangler (solid black, mind you -- the stealth jeep it has been dubbed) and you blast kyuss -- people like to 'woooo!!!' now if only chicks would just jump in the car with me.

any takers? i'm housebroken and i make a mean marinara sauce.