Rather than tell you what I think I'm like, it's probably better if I let you decide. Self- perception being more like self-deception... For the list-oriented, I'm into: Jazz, motorcycling, zippo lighters, beat writers, vinyl records, freedom, old cameras, american cigarettes, scotch, old cars, pickup trucks, mechanical watches, art deco, Bogart movies, pinup art, Kerouac, vintage magazines, and anything else I find interesting. The glass is always half full, and if I say "have a nice day", I mean it. I avoid authority and rude people wherever possible. I don't like work; I find it stupifying, and apparently I'm not alone... I'm just trying to get by, like everyone else. Peggy lee once asked: Is that all there is? Not by a long shot.