Greg Browning | 5:00 AM – 10:00 AM Copy

I inherited the bad habit of hoarding from my mother. From old newspapers to crap in my garage that I’m sure I will never use again, I have problems throwing ANYTHING away! Perhaps there’s a support group out there that could help me…or at least drink with me. Speaking of which, I have a thing for Wild Turkey Bourbon. Not a beer man, so keep you tasteless swill to yourself.

Love to jog or bike on the Monon Trail, except for when someone’s shooting at me. Does Nike make bullet proof shorts? For years I was obsessed with trying to stay in shape. Egg white omelets, dry white toast, 1% milk were daily staples in my diet. But as I close in on turning 40 this summer, I’m realizing aches and pains I never had before. Eating junk food seems more attractive every year. But I’m too vain to become a couch potato with a beer gut…or make that a bourbon gut. At least not yet anyway.

Now a quick list of random thoughts that define me: I believe in God…despise people who litter…realize one day that my mouth will get me punched…sleep in the nude…have no faith whatsoever in our governement…suffer from IBS…love dogs and cats…have regrets, but too few to bore you with…hate to hear people eat or drink…have overcome my road rage problem…am addicted to GOOD pizza…and plan on having my pets freeze dried when they pass.

-Greg Browning