At first glance.

At first glance I look just like most men my age. I am in reasonably good health considering the HELL i have put my body through.

My face bares the scars of violence, my nose slightly canted to the side. The tale tale signs of a man that has been struck by another more than once. My eyes are dark, the gateway to my soul or should I say what has been spared of my soul. Loving as they can be, they are cold more often thatn not. The harsh reality of life has removed the boyish charm once bestowed upon me. The lessons learned from life have hardened my heart and quickened my temper.

I stand 6 foot 2 inches at 230 pounds. A formatable apponent when you add anger and meth. My hair is cut short, trimmed neatly to the sides. The MARINES and the mentality of the Corps sticks in my mind.

My dress is casual yet professional. I often wear dress shirts, untucked with denim jeans and dress shoes.

To meet me on the street during the week, you would not ever assume ill of my character. This is how I appear to the social public.

On the weekend or after work, I remove the robes of society and reveal the side of me most well known to those that know me.

The relaxed black tee shirt, exposing my tattoos. The removal of the dress shoes gives way to flip-flops and camo shorts. The addition of a baseball cap, turned backwards, of coarse! This is me. This is the me that I feel comfortable with. This is the me you will get to know before I introduce you to the man I am today.

The ease and comfort I once knew is gone, I can no longer use my skills with my hands as a tool to navigate life and social situations. But it was not always so. My name for now is twistedirish. My story is one that some have lived, some have thought they wanted and others have turned thier heads, minds and hearts away from.