Who's the freak?
My name is Harold.
I'm 28 years old; born on July 28, 1972. My mother was unconscious, my father was not present. It's the way things were done in those days.
I'm a Leo. Say what you will about horoscopes, but the description of the prototypical Leo is me all the way. I don't know why.
I have green eyes, a wide smile and thinning brown hair worn short. I could stand to lose twenty or thirty pounds.
Not a terribly flattering description, is it?
I've been married for a touch under ten years. I got married on February 16, 1991. Her name is Sonya. I'm crazy about her.
We were married at the Second Baptist Church in West Memphis, Arkansas. It was packed full of friends and family. I wore a black jacket, black Z. Cavaricci pants, a skinny leather zip-up tie and big clomping Milli Vanilli shoes.
On reflection, the outfit was probably a mistake.
I grew up in West Memphis, then moved to Conway, Arkansas to go to college. After college I moved to Memphis, and I lived there for five years.
This past summer I moved to New Orleans, Louisiana. I love the city. I'm slowly beginning to realize, though, that I don't like the people very much. They talk funny.
I make web sites for a living. Isn't it funny that I have such a bullshit job?
I have a dog. Her name is Roxy. She's about six years old, and she is a mix of chihuahua and terrier. She is, quite simply, the cutest dog on the planet. Everyone loves her.
I live on Magazine Street in New Orleans, between the Garden District and the Irish Channel. I really like my neighborhood.
I went to high school at West Memphis Christian and college at the University of Central Arkansas. This particular combination of schools produces exceptionally fine human beings.
I drive a Mitsubishi Eclipse. It is the funnest little car.
I'm a Mac user. PCs are needlessly complex. It irritates me that more people don't realize this.
I don't see anything wrong with wearing clothes from Old Navy.
Sometimes I'm a little spooky. Boo.
I like to travel, though that seems like a silly thing to declare. Who doesn't like to travel? "Oh no, dear, I don't like going to new places." In the past year I've been to New Orleans and Memphis, of course, along with London, New York and Washington, D.C.
I think riding on trains is pretty cool.
I was a vegetarian for about nine months, once. It didn't take.
I'm a southern liberal, yet I experience none of the liberal guilt that is characteristic of the breed. I know I've never oppressed anyone.
I've stopped smoking, again. I think I may be off it for good.
I put out one issue of a 'zine last year. It was a dismal failure, commercially. Artistically, though, I was very proud of it.
I like dance music a lot. I've been listening to it constantly for months. I'm not sure why.
I've kept this journal for the better part of three years. Why? Because not enough people have been exposed to my unequaled genius.
