Tommy Kern

Writer, storyteller, photographer, woodworker, plant killer, trying to get what’s in my head.. out of my head.

I believe wholeheartedly in fashion over function.

My calves are bigger than they deserve to be. I didn’t work for them. They’re genetic gifts from my father, and actually make my life more difficult at times. Slim jeans are a bitch to get off & running up-hill sucks more than it should.

I’ve been told too many times to count, that I’m mysteriously charming – My internal dialog scoffs at such a preposterous claim. My external dialog would like nothing more than for that to be true.

Music gives me life. And hope.
There are songs out there, that are literally more important to me than some humans I know.

I never ever call anyone [except my father] out of the blue (or, for the love of god, show up somewhere, unannounced), because it feels like a solicitation of attention.

I believe graffiti is more important than a lot of gallery art. I believe poetry can save the world.

I am a hippie at heart, and I’ve spent most of my life working to fully live out this existence.

I think I’m a nice guy.