Born in the last vestige of the Wild West, I left a coast Libertine, a Rock ‘n’ Roll Rake-hell Running wild in the woods and feral in the streets. A tattooed raconteur, I am the missing link between wolf and dog, compelled by the dark to curse the moon but tame enough to take out in public. I am mostly house-broken bur make no promises. I’m a nature lover and enjoy backpacking and camping with my Australian Shepard 8-track and Treble. Dogs own my heart, particularly those with special needs. I have worked in training and rescue for over 10 years. I’ve spent 25 years in the underground rock scene, traveling, drawing posters, and writing for magazines. A thrift shop bohemian, I up-cycle junk into jewelry and art. I write horror poetry and my own post-apocalypse comic. My prison stay is spent training rescue dogs to Serve veterans and attending college for nonprofit management. My crime was selfish and thoughtless to the impact it had on others. I am using the remainder of my life to atone for that, aware that I cannot undo the harm I caused but can avoid creating more. I am easygoing and open-minded, single but not seeking romance. I would like pen pals who enjoy stimulating conversation about everything from mosh pits to pizza, tiny homes to dinosaurs, mushroom hunting to pro-wrestling (AEW>WWE). I am 5’7” and 150 pounds, have green eyes, auburn hair, and a dark beard. Snail mail is ok but I prefer contact through Jpay.