I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. I’ve been up-linked and downloaded, I’ve been in-putted and out-scorced. I know the up side of downsizing and I know the down side of upgrading. I’m a high tech low-life, a cutting-edge state of the art bi-coastal muliti-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nano second. I’m new-wave, but I’m old school, my inner-child is outward bound. I’m a hotwired, heat seeking, warmhearted, cool customer. Voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace. So I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive, and from time to time I’m radioactive. Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curb, riding a wave, dodging a bullet, pushing the envelope. I’m on point, on task, on message and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed, I got no urge to binge and purge. I’m in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high concept, low profile, medium rage ballistic missionary. A street wise smart bomb, a top gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps.You can’t shut me up; you can’t dumb me down ‘cuz I’m tireless and I’m wireless, I’m an alpha-male on beta-blockers. I’m a hands on, footloose, knee-jerk head-case. Prematurely post-traumatic and I have a love child that sends me hate mail. My output is down but my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash-flow. I bought a microwave at a mini-mall; I bought a mini-van in a mega-store. I eat fast-food in the slow lane. I’m toll free, bite size, ready to wear, and I come in all sizes. A fully equip, factory authorized, hospital tested, clinically proven, scientifically formulated, medical miracle. I’ve been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuumed-packed, aaaand; I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I’m a rude dude, but I’m the real deal. Lean and mean, cockglocked and ready to rock. Ruff, tough, and hard to bluff, I keep the peddle to the metal and the rubber on the road, I don't snooze so I don't lose, I party hardy, and lunchtime is crunch time. I’m ‘hangin in, there ‘aint no doubt, and I’m ‘hangin tough. Over and out.