I'm originally from New Orleans.... I just moved to New Mexico... I do love READING profiles.... This IS what they are for. Many are quite interesting, and some are "minimal artwork" on the wall, at best.... Yes, I know it's a struggle to write one, but once you jump in, the water's fine, and it'll flow... yes, pics are nice. I'd be lying if I said they weren't, but tell us a tiny bit yourself (even if you are impossible to describe, like me)... thanks! (rock-on emoticon goes here) I live and work in New Orleans La, Orlando Fla, Madison Wis,... Sometimes I'm in Wisconsin working at Epic, doing F/X. Sometimes to Florida to work at Universal... if not, I will be rebuilding a Katrina house in New Orleans, LA (NOLA), or In Kentucky, doing Ice Block walls. I have lived everywhere from Siberia, where the forest speaks to you through the wind, to far Asia, sleeping in the towers of the abandoned parts of the Jiankou Great Wall in the mountains, to the Sahara, sometimes in forgotten ruins, From Egypt to Ad Dakhla, Sahara Occidental, my other home, and sometimes just where the sands cradled me while i slept. I have also watched monkeys "doin it" on the massive walls behind the Taj Mahal in Agra, India, with the call to mosque from the Mosque towers in the distance, huge 5 ft wingspan bats flying over-head, and peacocks going hyyyoouuu hyyyouuuu over toward the abandoned leather factory in the field beyond.... Just call me Wicked, Schitthead, or pendajo. Everybody calls me something. I'm a hideous, ugly, less than good for nothing, nasty Djinn... a worthless monster that somehow survived.... and I'm just here for the forums. I'm not relationship material... Imagine.... taking me home, to meet.... mommy. (sardonic laugh) never gonna happen.. Nosh gerinya nyaratushk. I also do suicide watch here, so in all seriousness, I'm here for you when the chips are really down. I love life, and this century's new meat-suit that I'm borrowing, and I'll convince you that life IS worth it, so I'll drag you out of the hell you're in, and pull you back into some kind of semblance of light... It's what I do. my way of giving back... That only the darkest can understand. Even the darkest souls like me, might be occasionally good for something, and.... then again, maybe not. I don't dwell on it.... after Siberia, I dwell on very little. ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------ Subject: Who Is Jack Schitt? For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt? We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, ' You don ' t know Jack Schitt! ' Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way. Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc. They had one son, Jack. In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt. Against her parents ' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout. After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt-Sherlock. Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials. The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse. Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt. Now when someone says, ' You don ' t know Jack Schitt, ' you can correct them. Sincerely, Crock O. Schitt .............. You might find me on a unicycle, bare naynay, weeenus nailed to the seat, with a blowtorch in one hand, and a fly-swatter in the other, with a striped propeller cap that spins poorly, hitting a ceiling fan, then crashing into the shower, scraping myself up kinda badly, and catching my on the shower knobs.....i'll still look up and say hi, even though i'm busy at work screaming and un-hooking myself from it.... all rights reserved, Scrotal Packaging Corporation, LLC. ................... If you need someone to talk to, I'm here for you....sincerely, Wicked~