I spend my days corrupting the youth with an axe to chop the frozen sea in each of us. I spend my nights fighting crime and commenting essays. Occasionally I write and make half-assed attempts at living, making art, cooking, and otherwise amusing myself and others. In this livejournal, I occasionally drop by and empty out the jar of maniacs in my skull. Sometimes I make lists. I try to remember to record things. I try to be honest. I try to share something that is true, but when I ponder my motives, I see it as obnoxious and exhibitionist. I guess I just want to be known for who I really am, whatever the hell that may be.