Born and raised in the 206 of Washington. Suburbed until late High School. Opened the brain up a bit and got off the program. These days you can find me chasing the sun, the world’s best music, schmancy beers from all over the rock, and the next wildest hidden destination this planet has to offer, by motorcycle, if possible.
Oh yeah, I had a fuzzy beard and smile a lot.
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