Husband. Father. Purveyor of poorly applied musical talent. Severely misplaced Californian. Wannabe steampunk. Used-to-be street punk. Perfectionist. Designer. Maker. Fabricator. Welder. Woodworker. Really? Heading face first into my 30's with a wide assortment of food allergies and a new job in the quality department of an automotive parts supplier. Is this really me? Who knew I'd end up here?