My name is Stanley William Rogouski III. I am 50 years. I am 6 feet and 1/8 of an inch tall in my bedroom slippers. I am 182 pounds naked. The thick eyebrows give away my unmistakable Polish ethnicity (just in case you couldn’t figure it out by the last name). I am a 5th generation American. The scar on my forehead indicates my lack of native intelligence. I keep banging my head on the door frame in the basement.
For a long time, I told people on the Internet I was 5’11.” Why? I guess it’s because I’ve always been reluctant to threaten my late father’s spiritual dominance. He was 6’3″, well above the size any man would or should be worried about a lack of physical authority. Yet his height always seemed to be the only thing he had. He had a short-man’s personality in the body of an NBA shooting guard, a Napoleon complex in the frame of a Charles de Gaulle or an Abraham Lincoln. He died a few months short of his 80th birthday. All through his 70s he had a 32-inch waist, his perpetually slim frame the result of smoking 3 packages of cigarettes a day from the age of 12 to the age of 40. Had it not been for the tobacco industry he would still be alive.
I spend a lot of time writing. This blog contains over a million words, most by me. I have a BA in English from Rutgers University. I should have majored in history. I love reading history but I hate reading fiction, yet I aspire to write fiction, not history. I run 7 miles a day in the Winter and Summer. I ride my bike 30 miles a day in the Spring and Fall. If Donald Trump becomes President, I will trade in my bike for martial arts lessons, a heavy leather jack, and Doc Martens. If I can’t be a successful novelist or historian, I can always die fighting fascism in the streets, and, just perhaps, have someone write about me. I used to be patriotic. Now I’m a communist. My favorite film is The Grapes of Wrath by John Ford. My favorite piece of music is the Second Piano Concerto by Brahms. I am currently reading The Leopard by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa. I don’t have a favorite book.
I generally feel as if I have wasted my life.