Late twenty-something with shoes worn down from life’s journey to nowhere in particular… yet. I wear a lot of hats — dad, friend, brother, son, coach, psychiatrist, teacher, student, peon — but one I like to wear most is my trusty Dodger cap taking in a game on a cool summer evening at the stadium. I’m not as smart as I think, and my stupidity catches me by surprise at times even though it should be predictable by now. I’m simply complex or complicatingly simple depending on your perception.
