What makes David, David?
Writing. Love to write. Very cathartic. The mind is a fragile thing.
Photography. Love to shoot. Everything.
Classical music. Mozart. Vivaldi. The best.
Jazz. Just the good stuff. Kenny G is not the good stuff.
New country. Gotta love it.
Classic Rock. Nuff said.
#PancakeSunday. I make killer pancakes.
Hockey. Football. Baseball.
Hearing that my books rocked your read.
Classic cars. Someday I’ll steal one. (Favorite: 1967 Chevy Impala on Supernatural. Check the video below.)
Astronomy. Love the stars. All 693,397,657,431,387,486 of them. (I counted. Prove me wrong.)
Books. Like gold.
Movies. The ones that move me.
Cold wine. Ice frikkin’ cold.
Cereal. Every day. All day if I could.
What plagues me—or just plain pisses me off.
Red lights. Hate ‘em.
Bad TV. Bad movies. Bad books. Life’s waaaay too short.
Not-nice people. Life’s waaaay too short.
Clowns. Politicians or Pennywise. Take your pick.
Light pollution. The night sky is dying. Endangered species.
Time. Where does it go.