Reno native who got sick of the methamphetamine fueled grandmas who chainsmoke at the plethora of nickle poker machines that inhabit every place of businness in that odious little hellhole. It's a place where the redneck mentality thrives, but not in a very obvious manner. It's a place where aspirations go to die.
I got the fuck out of there and moved to the home of the homeless, los angeles and have settled down quite nicely into a loft in san pedro. I enjoy where I live, my roommates are pretty rad, and I've got things pretty much aiight.
I've got my shit together and I'm rarely patient with people who can never manage to get control of their lives.