Hey There!

my name is Tim LaCroix. I was born in 1973, in Dover, New Hampshire. It was cold, any mom was happy to get me somewhere she could watch me all the time, which she proceeded to do as I grew up. I grew way the hell up, I am 6'4'' and resemble a strange cartoonish man, I don't take life seriously, and refuse to listen to my elders, because they seem pretty fucked up.

Here's a look at an ancestor:

See what I mean?

I grew up in Northern Maine in a small town called "Presque Isle" which means "New Island" in French, yet it wasn't an island. I think this affected me somewhat. I was in school to be a Psychologist for a long time, but I never really completed that, (too much drinking after parents lost their business) so in a strange mood my mother decided to move roughly 2000 miles to Sylvania, Georgia. It is this little town where they sell bullets in convenience stores because it is so damned convenient to buy them with your beer, takes less time to get into jail that way I suppose. I work in Savannah and that is where I live for the most part, I love Savannah, throw away all preconceived ideas you may have, I can't do the city justice, lemme just say that there are three ideas held sacred in Savannah 1) drinking is a right, not a privilege, 2) sex is fun and ok, no matter how you like it, or who with 3) Art and beauty are worth paying extra for, and if you can't afford it, it should be free. I will now show you Savannah.

Ok, a little more about Tim: I like to play Live Action role playing games, am into techno music, not sure about religion, I love Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean, ska, I FUCKING LOVE TEA, finger-painting, being melodramatic, going on quests for cheese, laughing, enjoying the insanity that seems to have infected my life, strange debates where the phrase "I demand that the color blue be removed from all socks before I will continue my postulate about the walrus and the titanium putter!" are allowed and encouraged, Douglas Adams, shiny things, creating art in all it's strange glory, drinking more tea, remembering the past and collecting items that remind you of it, writing in my journal, challenging people's ideas about reality, ARCHIE MCFUCKINGFEE!, live Irish singing while drunk, wearing mismatched socks, a good rant about anything where spittle flies at some point, CMJ magazine, girls that like me (man I can't get enough of those) candles, mulberry incense and cappuccino ice cream floats. ((BREATHE!))

There, I suppose by now you want to come to Savannah and make wild passionate monkey love with me and I encourage this wholeheartedly (females only please, I don't care about those pots of gold) email me at [email protected] there. I think this almost adequately describes me, today at least. (grin)