Well, what's to say? I'm Owen, a scruffy itinerant layabout with no fixed agenda or income. I earn my money through street trading and I hate winters with the same passion that I love hammocks. Give me a rupee and I'll spin you a yarn, but it won't be very good.
I divide my time between working and doing my damndest not to work. The latter usually wins. I've got a girlfriend who is patient to the point of it being a condition, and I've got a family somewhere, though I forget exactly where. I travel mostly to India nowadays, because it's CHEAP baby, but I've also been backpacking to a number of other places, much to the disdain of the locals.
I'm 33 and getting older by the year, but apparently it's what's inside that counts. In that case I'm about 153, and should probably be dead by now. Ticktock. Ticktock. Tick