forty-five; Barrett, Ten-Speed Road Bike

Flipping through discarded books and vinyl under a street light on his way home from practice, he feels that he really started to grow once his options were stripped down (referring to playing in a two-piece band on a borrowed kit).
His band is named after the giant squid and there’s truly something epic within him.
“The best work I’ve done has been shorts stories about my life.”
On paper he’s a philosophy major; in practice, a drummer; in spirit, a writer.
Under no delusions about his future, he knows that no one is hiring philosophers (not in this economy).