Real Name:
Jeremiah Kristal

Brief Intro:
Hey, I've finally made it to the HOB, after years of not quite getting it down. I'm one of the few second-wave dbs still active. I remember Rev Bobby and Emperor Sausage and Ced and the others, have made a dbmeet or two, and generally try to devote my life to upholding the db tradition.

Ethnic History:
Well, I'm as much of a mutt as anyone, though I am a very distant cousin to the Robbie and Jimmy.

Appearance:
I'm the dashingly handsome db with the low-drag haircut. Generally some variation of a goofy grin on my face. I would claim that I'm permanantly amused, but I'm usually just intoxicated.

Height/Weight:
5'8", about 14 stone. I'm not quite the fat bastard the numbers would indicate though. Pretty close.

People Say I look like:
They used to say I looked like Stone Cold Steve Austin, but I've shaved the goatee and let my hair grow about 3mm.

Education:
Proud college dropout.

Current residence:
New York Fuckin' City. The center of the known universe. The city for folks who like action. Hong Kong without the hills.

Alcohol Stash in House:
Couple of bottles of fair to very good champagne Couple of bottles of decent red wine Couple of almost empty bottles of various single malt scotches Bottle of Vodka Various sweet mixers, i.e. Bailey's, Kahlua

What's in your Fridge:
Almost nothing. Maybe some leftover takeout.

Fascinating Physical Fact:
I have some strange metal objects passing through my nipples.

Vehicle:
98 Audi A4Q, gets me to the liquor store in bad weather when I'm not in NYC.

Most Embarrassing Fact:
Actually know the words to many country songs.

Phobia:
I'll be trapped in a room with boring stupid people. And no booze.

Occupation:
Network manager for very big ISP/telco.

Health:
Generally good, frequent blurred vision and morning headaches/stomache discomfort.

Name of most Embarrassing ex:
Ummm, where to begin.... I'll go with Lisa, though the psycho who used to post nasty things about me to a.d.b. was up there too.

Stories:
Golf Carts are Fun
I have lost a lit-tle Brit....
It's hard work being a host
Why are the best conversations drunken conversations?
Old friends can get away with serious shit