I'm a nice guy, in my own assumption. But, then again, who isn't?
I've been trying to write good stories since I was four. That's it, I bullshit you not. And I keep trying at age 30. I have sometimes suceeded. Often not. Yet I keep trying. Guess after the first times you bang your head against the wall everything gets kind of numb, so the only sensible thing to do is keep banging and hope to see something beautiful emerge, eighter the sucessful, perfect story, or a imaginative, artistic disposition of brain tissue.
I'm a journalist, currently studying portuguese and english literature, and trying to get to write well. Not an easy task, you know. Many died on it. So you can think o me as one of those mythic, brave heroes that fight for their beliefs (or the princess's life) against all odds, making all sorts of personal sacrifices to achieve his goal. Or not. Probabily not, that's just the image I'd like you to have. Forget it, never mind my problems.
Now get out of here and try and enjoy the rest of the site.
We're few, but our hearts are strong.