Life is Weird.

I live in Tacoma Washington. Judson, 24 years of living on this gravity well, spiraling around this nuclear fireball. Still having an Existential crisis. . Former Marine no longer a slave to Uncle Sam. Words of description: Anarchist single, 'out to lunch', Malformed Public duty gland, and a deficiency in moral fiber precluding me from saving Universes. Possibly a dreamer (jury is still out). A bit rude, a bit crude, a bit into myself. Nothing of importance: Don't listen to me, because I am Mostly harmless.