Jack thinks he is a nihilistic Aries but rather he is only meritted with enough said characteristics to piss off the masses. He’d say he’s a preacher who loathes the pulpit and dismembers converts but he pets the kids and feeds the dogs just the same. His beliefs are that of a vagabond who throws everything away yet keeps what most wouldn’t understand. He is rather like a sociopathic hooker with a heart of gold or perhaps that is meant to be a golden pathetic socialite with a heart for hookers. He most maddenly chimes with the usual hours but usually finds himself maddened by the ticks. He’ll tell you that he isn’t wrapped up in yesterday although it’s not too difficult to find him still getting weepy with whiskey and stammering about. With a false sense of pride he seemingly can’t be bothered with raising a worried brow for tomorrow yet he’s a map maker with voyeuristic sensibilities. Often, like a child, he finds it hard to sit still and twitches from frustration. His bravado lies in his intemperate heart with such endearing qualities to be aptly labelled that of a sensualist, a prick and an emotional dildo. He can be called a man of principles with a strong arm for telling people what’s on his mind. “F*ck you, or get f*cked” can often be heard from the ill-advised timing of this boarish man’s retorts. He most certainly can be very stubborn and yet one can also find him to be very giving as well, albeit dished with some hesitation. Like most scoundrels he relishes in the Jezebelik circles of megalomaniacal surreptitious wh*res and booze hounds with wanton disdain for order. Writing is his first passion, making broken melodies on his broken guitar bound to broken ideas, a distant second. He is a one-take hack that is perfectly comfortable with making lo-fi goodness. An American who left the states in his mind long before his body did, he now resides in and calls China his home.

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