Bio
-My name is Travis-
I was born and raised in Sacramento, CA and, thusly, still believe it to be one of the best places on the face of the earth. I’m six feet, three inches tall, average build, angry and sarcastic most of the time. I drink too much coffee and liquor and I’m a firm believer that the second you expose yourself to anything beyond your control you forfeit the right to be offended. I’m twenty eight years old, but I act like I am twelve as often as possible. I think a lot of people take themselves way too seriously. I’ve done public speaking since I was ten years old and, accordingly, find myself with the succinct ability to prove any point that I set my mind to. I also find, however, that a well placed use of the word FUCK can sometimes get your point across even better. I believe I have a unique and sardonic sense of humor that gives me a radical perspective on life. (not radical as in outstandingly different, but radical like the way the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles use the word. I’m that kind of radical). I used work as an executive driver and personal security for some important people in California, but due to security reasons I can’t say whom, though I do elude to it here sometimes. Thanks to the Thomas Peele - an unmitigated cunt rag of a reporter currently employed by a piece of shit paper, the Contra Costa Times - I no longer have that job. I have been fortunate enough in my life to participate in anything that has ever caught my interest, including but not limited to: comic book illustration, writing, directing, acting, playing in several bands (several = 2), public speaking, and amateur professional wrestling. I’m currently plying my trade as a stand up comedian.
-HTKP.COM -
This website was handed to me by a coworker, when I was nineteen years old, after I made an offhand remark about beating someone to death with a trout. In its first inception this site actually had several rantings about interesting and ways to kill people. It doesn’t anymore. During that time this site was responsible for the following things: Sending people to therapy, the FBI opening a on me, girls not going on second dates with me, people sending me birthday presents, and general mayhem. After I used this site to lambaste an ex-girlfriend and mournfully memorialize my grandmother, my coworker took the domain controls back, and I was SOL. I don’t do that anymore either. I purchased the domain in late 2000, once it was back on the market, and proceeded to do dick nothing with it for three years. I put it back online in its latest incarnation right before I went on a forced vacation in the last days of 2003. I like entertaining, venting, yelling, badly photo shopping myself into pictures with celebrities, and generally running off at the mouth: This is my place to do that.