Seems like somebody has been googling himself to see what comes up!
I decided to try this, and discovered that I am not an accomplished tenor. But I am:
(a) a diamond-in-the-rough bail bondsman featured in a series of romance novels. The sparks fly in my on-again-off-again romance with a colleague (whose name escapes me at the moment). She eventually finds herself pregnant only weeks after finally tossing me out of her life. Thankfully, circumstances conspire to reunite us, and we soon re-establish ourselves as an unbeatable team of bail bondspersons, even if we need to drag the kid on a frantic chase across country to apprehend an escaped criminal. I may be a lughead, but I finally learn that my place is in the heaving bosom of my family;
(b) a red-headed seventeen year old who makes incredibly self-indulgent music videos, featuring myself, topless, angst-ridden, and writhing on the floor, and music so bad that it even remained obscure when released in the eighties;
(c) a testosterone fueled seventeen year old who is appalled by the red-headed seventeen year old's videos described in (b), as they make me look really bad.
Chad
