Hi! I’m Tom.
This is me in Vegas.
I’m a 32 yr old bloke who’s allergic to fir trees, has an unhealthy obsession with Earl Grey, and who loves a good story.
I grew up on a farm, been a nightclub manager, worked in a funeral home, and now sell water for a living.
Some think of me as a prize treasure, others a twat, and I’m a little of both and more.
This blog is me — it is me writing.