My name is to no avail and nor will you learn of it unless I happen to befriend you. My nature never seems to change unless my emotions for you have. Generally I’m a social person. If you approach me in a calm, friendly manner I’ll return the same vibes and perhaps even a few smiles. Yet if you walk up on me, looking hostile, sneering, snorting and ect, you can be sure that I’ll throw it all right back in you face. I consider myself to be on the bit of the short side while others say I’m quite tall. Standing a mere 5’7’’, with dreadlocks that hang down on my back, I don’t seem like the one to be the ‘jokester’ amongst people. But it seems that the clownish personality is sinking into me. For it seems I can make a stranger laugh by saying a few smart-ass comments or giving one of my idiot savant answers. Basically if you don't want something thrown back in your face at a tenfold of its value, beware what you say.