Hello...?

My name is Micah, although I have been called "Mikey," "Micaphone," "Mic Mic," and other terribly cheesy nicknames, so feel free to address me in whichever clever or not-so-clever fashion you think is necessary. I live in a silver forest of plastics plants (please do not confuse this with "plastic plants") and breathe polluted air. We call this Baytown.

I enjoy a nice paradox, but not a pair of Docs, since I am not much of a boot person. I love music and listen to many different forms of it, particularly music created by artists with interesting/intelligent/clever things to say.

I am a pretty nice fellow almost all of the time, despite the overwhelming sarcastic, critical voice that speaks in my head.

My crystal ball is rather cloudy at this particular moment in my life, so I plan on freestyling my future. The word "freestyle" may spark a particular image in your mind of a man with silver teeth and a very big chain holding a microphone in his hand, but do not be deceived: I am no "gangsta", nor am I any sort of rapper.

I am afraid my autobiographical sketch will misrepresent me as a person, but perception and perspective are out of my control; I can only control presentation and I feel that the presentation suits me well.

Peace, love, and lots of loud music.