I am on the move. Writer. My car is tan. It was named Edgar by a friend, though I do not think the name fits...it has yet to be changed. Drink-Yes. Smoke-Yes. No children because that would just be wrong. Seek madness and constantly getting hurt in the process. Large medical bills that pile up like the roaches in my last apartment. Just so you know those exterminators don't kill shit. You've got to get some radioactive bomb to kill roaches. Or break the lease.