About Karl

A frustrated guitar player by day, a deskman by night.

Likes rock n’ roll/heavy metal music, books, beer, broads, midnight bus rides under the rain, Gran Matador, traveling, movies, Booksale, tapsilog, Alice in Chains, bonfires, hippies, gigs, family, Jim Morrison poetry, tender moments with my wife, full moon nights, long legs, The Simpsons, smoking, money, CD sales, sex, God, sitting around thinking of nothing, beaches, ghost stories, black shirts with band logos in it, sinigang na baboy, guitar solos, dogs, sitcoms, Millenium, bargain bins, mary jane sessions with hipsters, open-minded girls, blogging, breast exposures, Halloween, and you.

Has little tolerance for stupidity.

Prefers to be alone and uncommunicative most of the time.

Has ulcer.