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I’m a writer. I write. When I’m not writing I’m out living my crazy life collecting experience to feed my writing.


I am an author of an unpublished book. Or two. Two small books. One big one? Aww, hell. I write.


I am a poet. I write poems. Not as many as I used to, but still. I write them. Still a writer.


I’ve modeled. I’m willing to model again. Does that make me a model? Don’t tell anyone. They’ll think I’m thin and beautiful.


I’m a photographer. I’ve taken photographs. Evidently I’ve taken thousands of them. So, I suppose I’m a photographer, too. I even got paid once.


I’m a singer. I sing. Mostly in the car these days. Or in the front yard when I’ve had a bit to drink. But I’ve done it in front of a crowd. With a band. I think some people even clapped once.


I’m a fire spinner. I spin fire. I’m a novice really, but I can do it without lighting my own head on fire. (Knocks on wood.)


I guess I’m a pig farmer now, too. I own pigs. I live on a farm. So if we follow the same logic above I am indeed a pig farmer.


I used to be a vegetarian. I’ve returned to the world of omnivores. Does that make me a reformed or former vegetarian? Or do I just revert to omnivore status and pretend it never happened?


I’m a data analyst. That is currently how I make my living. Until, of course, I figure out how to make money doing any of the above. Except the omnivore turned vegeterian turned reformed-vegetarian/omnivore. I just don’t think there’s a market for that.


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