A Sweet guy prone to fits of melancholy. I love to socialize when the loner in me allows me to do so. Really into one on one moments with the people i care about.

As a former Professional Chef, i spend a tremendous amount of time thinking about food and drink. lots of time in the kitchen cooking for kids, housemates, friends, lovers...Cooking, for me, is a good way for me to show people how much i care about them.

Currently my career path allows me to focus on music, another passion.

I work with a music technology and marketing software company. It's a nice thing to be able to sit in my home office in my PJs and talk to music Biz folks for a living. :)

The company i work with is also home to the largest healing arts directory online. Working on the healing arts side has helped me see things that may have taken me years, if ever, to discover; truly a blessing.

I am father of 4. The most dynamic and amazing group of people i have ever met. Their mother and i are living separately. Fortunately we live in the same neighborhood and provide care, love, and companionship for them on equal terms.

I'm also a sucker for Classic Hollywood Motion Pictures.

I like people that inspire me to open up to them, be it through tenderness, or engaging conversation. I admit, I am sometimes a challenge to connect with, but my friends may say I'm worth some effort.

A conversation with the sandman

posted July 4th at 4:03pm

SandMan: So I'll start by saying thanks for coming back around...

tim: Sure. :) You know, insomnia is a bitch.

SM: No, really, i dont know.

tim: oh right, any way it's great to be back around. I've been sleeping pretty hard lately, thanks.

SM: It's my pleasure. Last night wast pretty intense huh?

tim: Yeah man, where the hell did all that come from?

SM: Not me brother. that's all you. I couldnt be there for the whole thing. Tell me what happened.

tim: hmm... ok...

SM: Need a little help?

tim: Not this time. gimme a sec...

So I'm walking... I'm on a on the ocean front, sort of. The ocean is there. There are also a few massive columns holding up piers that stretch into the ocean farther than I can see. The columns look more like bridge pilings than board walk posts. Like they are built to carry the weight of more than just the happy shoebie. (laughs at the word shoebie)

SM: Shoebie?

tim: Kind of a mean word for the unwanted tourist. Any way, the beach angles up pretty sharply turns into concrete and eventually meets with the underside of the piers. There are people sleeping up there.

SM: Like a bridge embankment.

tim: duh Yah... sorry i get alittle wordy.

There are alot of people wandering around looking angry. I'm not too happy my self, mostly beacause I'm hanging out under this pier with a bunch of shoebies(heh). l start to run,trying to leave. People start panicking and yelling at eachother. No one is quite human looking anymore. Some of them are screaming and attacking eachother.

SM: Damn! You need to lay of the spicy food and caramel popcorn before bed!

tim: Prolly so.(ha ha) I get the f!@$ out of there as fast as I can. I head back to my hotel. A nice place right on the beach. I go inside.

I get in the elevator and touch the 6 button. I get off on the 6th floor. I'm facing down this long bright hallway.

A couple stands before me; a man and a woman. The woman is wearing a black bathing suit with bright gold accents, a matching gold belt and a black waist lenght black silk robe. Her hair is short and curly dark brown with sunbleached highlights. She's heavy, strong, healthy. Her skin is shiny brown, like glove leather. Her cheeks are flush with sun and Bombay gin. There are gold rings on every finger. Her nails are carmen gia red.

She looks at me then half smiles at the man standing next to her.

He grins at me. His smile is wide and straight save for his canines

that seem to float above what should be their place.

He turns slightly towards his companion and whispers something in her her ear. She stifles a laugh.

The man smiles even bigger, and turns back to me. His white velvet jumpsuit is unzipped to the middle of his chest exposing a sprinkling of silver hair and a St Christopher medal on a gold rope chain. There is a large ruby on the little finger of his left hand, and a a matching watch on his right wrist. The skin on his his hands is spotted like frogskin. His skin is softer looking than the dragon lady standing next to him. The hair on his head is almost nonexistent save for a whispy silver ring from temple to temple. His nose is flat and wide like it has been growing for years-

SM: Like Father Time!

tim: I dont know man, like... GOD, ok?

SM: Yeah. Like GOD.

tim: He looks at the Dragon Lady again. "He's yours, not mine. FOR FUCK'S SAKE TAKE HIM ALREADY!!!!!" she says.

The Man in the White jumpsuit turns back to me. His smile is all consuming, i cant even breathe, let alone move the feet that are trying to carry me away.

He leaps toward me hands outstretched, grabs my face, pulling wider my gaping mouth and dives into me.

SM: F!@#$!

tim: SHHH!

Then these spines shoot out of the back of my head and reconnect to my skull....

SM: That's it?!

tim: Prolly not....

SM: Isn't it your bed time?