Strictly Business - Part 1

For the last several years, starting when I was a sophomore in high-school, I've been lucky enough to have a nickname stick to me.
This nickname I speak of is The Sexy Beast.

I never took it too seriously though, since I already had the Cafeteroman name for myself. However, just as I did with Cafeteroman, I soon realized the potential for this name, since it was unclaimed as a legit entity, or business name.
I began to use Sexy Beast Enterprises as my "strictly business" alias.
If I ever had an order to make, whether online, through snail-mail, or in person,
Sexy Beast Enterprises was my employer, my boss, and my brand.

It has been well over 4 years, and the name is beginning to acquire fame nationwide. 
I've been receiving major name-brand catalogs from across the country under the Sexy Beast Brand unsolicited.
Online business registries now feature Sexy Beast Enterprises (SBE) in their listings;
The Yellow Pages has recognized SBE as a local business; and SBE is now featured and/or listed on international websites, whether I like it or not.


The only question that remained until recently was which direction this fledgling company should take: Graphic Design? or Luthiery?


The answer became clear to me a few nights ago, as I was opening yet another Yellow Pages registration letter.


Luthiery!

Recent Life in a Nutshell - July 2009 Edition Flashback!

*The Following is a post I had saved as a draft for the past 2 or 3 years. I really did mean to finish this anecdote, but completely forgot what exactly I was trying to say, much to my dismay. 

However, I'll post this "as-is" because it really would have been a great piece, and because I'm feeling quite nostalgic at the moment. It is unfinished, and unedited. Enjoy.*


Since my last post regarding my somewhat fascinating adventures, I've joined the Track and Field team at school, shamefacedly let my grades slip a little, became a ladies' man, gotten slapped for it, later became a sexy beast...then I got slapped some more.

In the one month that I have been on summer vacation, I've only slept in my own bed five times. The other 25 days and nights having been spent at my brother's homes or their in-laws.
I can now say to some extent that I am nomadic or homeless, the latter being more accurate, since I am reserved the right to be kicked out or starved at any time..

I recently spent a week up near...