Hi, I’m David.  Also I go by D.T. Pennington in some publications, DTP in others.  I’ve been called a great many things and held a ridiculous number of titles in my day. I would reproduce a list here, but I’m afraid they wouldn’t do much good outside of context.

I live in Denver, with a wonderful lady who is a vegetarian. However, the robust amount of vegetables in my diet hasn’t failed to keep my appetite for ridiculously greasy cheeseburgers and chicken wings high.

I write, for fun and for pay. Therefore, I drink a lot of whiskey. But don’t worry, I also enjoy a broad selection of beers. Also, I like to hug people after I’ve had my fill of Gin. Beyond that, I’ve only been known to hug people at either funerals or in the gifting of chicken wings.

80s Metal and I have a serious relationship. It’s un-ironic, totally genuine. I think really good music should eventually drive you to do something totally irrational – like break something or air guitar in public.

Now that you’re here, on my little quadrant of the internet, feel free to wander about and judge me on my misplaced commas and ridiculous thoughts. Or, if you’d really like to know what I’m all about, drop a line.

If you’re here, it’s probably because you want to find something dirty out about me. Maybe you’re a potential employer, a fabulous stalker, or someone is really bored.

Go ahead, take a look around, rustle up your dirt and rest assured that no matter what conclusions you draw about me here, I can find something just as juicy on you. After all, if one makes the choice to be on the internet, then shouldn’t they BE on the internet?

Privacy, ho! OWN IT!