​A simple writer.
A wolf-hungry reader of magazines and newspapers and lusty-eyed viewer of black-and-white film. TCM by day, Criterion by night. Seance by wet afternoon. The shadows cast by the broad shoulders of a tough in a tweed coat -- that's the stuff.

Some fact, some fiction -- scratched-celluloid words about film, sport, unduly-long car exec detentions in Japan. Korean box-office star Ma Dong Seok.
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Fueled by 72% chocolate bars with cacao nibs and cold brew.
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Recently dumped by a woman who won $20 off a red-suited pimp by predicting Kovalev would fell Shabranskyy in two.

Alive -- if not thriving -- at the intersection of beard & keyboard (but I've no laurels -- yet).