I'm sure there's things I could say about myself, but I'd rather write stories.  So many people seem to be able to express something profound about themselves, but since I'm still trying to figure me out, there's nothing really profound to say yet.  I'm going to try to write on a regular basis in an attempt to reinvigorate my creativity and child like sense of wonder. 

P.M.Smith is a mid-life crisis that thinks he's human but is likely just a conglomeration of  genes cooperating to form limited thought and random action.  He exists in a small town in the middle of No Man's Land (literally) and writes in his spare time between feedings and prescribed locomotion.  He has seen every state in the the Union save for three which elude him with intent, sneaky territories that they are.  Thus far he has not contracted any kind of debilitating mental disorder, just the functional ones that allow him just enough cognizance to question the state of affairs around him.  If spotted alone in the wild, please call the park ranger for he is obviously way out of his element and lacking proper supervision.  Be aware, he will use big words at you with impudence in an effort to sound intelligent, this is a trick, do not be fooled.