Not a verbal dude, for which I compensate by writing. The best part about living bohemian in the deep south is the collective confusion of strangers witnessing the act of literacy in public-- I carry books and journals, pens, pencils, and a few more books everywhere I go. And also, as this region is a bit deficient in the power of sophistication, the term bohemian had yet to come into, much less fall out of fashion, so I can use it as I damn well please.Did I mention I'm a cat person?