He is a collector of firearms and has quite a cache.
He wrote this lengthy description of himself:
"Brian. Staring down the barrel of 40 and not enjoying it one bit. My biggest claim to fame is crapping in a box (not to mention my own trousers) at work. I've been suffering from excrutiating back pain for the last two weeks and am seriously considering visiting a chiropracter.
Born in Tacoma but have no recollection of it. The town, not the birth. Not that I remember the birth part either but I digest. Digress. Whatever.
Have lived on both coasts and up & down the middle. Also spent a couple years in Okinawa. This is mostly due to my father being in the Air Force and my being in the Navy.
Primarily grew up in Minot, North Dakota (a good place to be from) where I attended Minot High School followed by Minot State University, with a brief stint at the University of North Dakota thrown in for good measure. Never did earn a degree or graduate. I think because I majored in student union.
Eventually decided to go the military route and joined the Air Force. Was processing in to the AF at the MEP Station when it was realized that I had too many traffic tickets to qualify for entry. The tickets were mostly due to my driving at excessive (some might say dangerously reckless) speeds in my 1967 Firebird. Was sent home in shame whereupon I let my AF recruiter know in no uncertain terms where he could stick his recruitment. I then decided that the Navy might better serve my get-the-hell-out-of-Minot needs.
Left the Navy in 94 when my ship, the USS Dale, decommissioned. Sent my family to live with my grandmother in Omaha, Nebraska while I started work at US Robotics in Skokie, Illinois. I found it amusing that almost the entire manufacturing crew consisted of blacks, asians, and pakistanis and yet the security guard was a skinhead Illinois Nazi.
After fruitless weeks of searching for decent, affordable housing I quit that job and moved to Omaha. Reunited with my family I took the first crappy job that came my way (Packard Bell Warranty work shudder). That was the first in a string of IT jobs that peaked when I spent nearly five years at IBM only to be laid off (along with pretty much the entire department) without so much as a "thank you."
Spent eight months unemployed and was only able to survive thanks to the generosity of my mother (Thanks MOM!) and worked to complete my MCSA. Eventually landed a job with a small computer support company called Geeks! where I have worked for the last three years at a significantly reduced salary from my previous job. Naturally the work I'm tasked to perform is considerably more advanced than anything I ever did at IBM yet I'm getting paid about 1/3 less to do it. Evil or Very Mad
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My father passed away just over five years ago (Christ, has it been that long already? Miss you dad.) but my mom is still going strong. I have one sister whom most of you already know. Hi MHS! Even though we tormented each other growing up I love her very much but don't ever tell her that because, well, you know, that would be gay.
I met my wife when I was 22 and she was 17. She looked like she was 14. Enough so that I asked her for ID when we first met. We married a year later and have since produced two (mostly) terrific daughters. My wife would rather see an action or war movie than a chick-flick and loves shooting full-auto weapons. It's almost like being married to a cool guy but with all the fun-bits in the right places. Plus she's got a great ass.
I have more hobbies than I can afford. I like to go offroading in my full-size Blazer but it has been broken down for several months now and given the price of gas I haven't been in a big hurry to get it fixed and back on the road. So instead I ride my 2005 Honda Shadow. My wife and I both ride. Me on my Shadow and she on her Rebel..
I like to collect and shoot a wide variety of guns with a preference for military style firearms. My collection (old picture) includes an L1A1, AR-15, AK47, M1 Carbine, two .22 rifles, two .22 pistols, two .38 revolvers, one .45 pistol, one 9mm pistol, and a Winchester shotgun. I was unfortunately forced to sell my prized Thompson (Tommy Gun) so that I could make a mortgage payment. I hope to someday add another Thompson to my collection (preferably a full-auto one but barring winning the lottery it will probably remain foreever out of my price range). I would also like to add to my collection any of the following: M1 Garand, Springfield 1903, Galil, SG44, FNP90S (Civilianized version of the FNP90), FN Five-seveN, CZ75, Automag III pistol, Dragunov SVD, and a pistol caliber lever action rifle.
I have recently had my first and second tattoos done. The first is an alien and the second (which I still haven't had detailed and colored yet) is a montage of my favorite "bad" cartoon characters. I have plans to add a Predator to compliment my alien piece.
Reading back over this I realize that I've left out pretty much everything. The time I shot my cousin, working for Toto, The Beach Boys, Hank Williams Jr all in the space of one week, my shortest lived job ever (4 hours at a Hardee's), my wife breaking her water in the middle of test driving a new car and about a million other little things.
Maybe not the greatest life ever but it's sure been interesting so far."