TheMechanik

Still trying to find my path... But with a broken life compass, direction becomes running in place. I love my family and my friends. I try to believe that chivalry is not dead... But every door opening, chair pulling out, show of courtesy or good manners gets a singh dubh to the heart. It may not be dead, but it seems to be dying... Murdered, actually. As guys like myself try to defend it. Pointless... Enough of that. My wit tends to be sarcastic. I would say i wear my heart on my sleeve... But its tattooed on my forearm. I find that too much time to think brings more darkness... I have grown to welcome it.