As he pushes what I just found out to be forty-six years of age, K.D. can claim to experience much through his life. Though I will never understand the breadth of his life's adventures and affairs, the following are what I've gathered thus far. Come along.
Though he describes himself as a "third-generation-Seattleite," K.D. was raised away from the city. You don't have to be around him long to realize this. As a young man, he spent much of him time outdoors. He was raised on wild meat (to which I sarcastically replied, "No!" when learning of), including common edibles such as venison and rabbit, to more outlandish grub such as bear. He comes from a family of outdoorsmen and women, though I can't imagine any are much like him. If they are, I don't think I have what it takes to endure the mental orgasm of being in the presence of more than just one of his type.
His formal education was in anthropology, a fact which he never misses a chance to bring up. He seems to be most focused on the foot, which must have led him to an illustrious career as a shoe salesman at our place of business. He loves to turn a 10-minute shoe-buying experience into a two-hour seminar on the origins of man. Some people love it, and others look longingly at the door, waiting for K.D. to turn his back so they can make a break.
Between college and, well, now, K.D. worked as a tour guide in the southern desert of Peru. I still can't quite wrap my head around how this happened. As someone who's been there, I know that there is plenty of business for guides that want to lead adventurers on quests across the desert flats, over the mountain tops, and through the deep canyons of Peru's southern portion. Yet, I would expect a world-traveler to gravitate towards an experienced local guides rather than a wildman from America.
K.D. is not married now and I assume never has been. In addition, I don't think he wants to be. His bizarre lifestyle, his long hair and beard, the permanent fixture of hiking boots to his feet, and his disinterest in deep, personal conversation with his associates lead me to believe he has no desire to be tamed. Could he get a girl? I'm sure there are plenty out there that would have him. He's outgoing, he's adventurous, and he has more confidence than a coked-up retard (don't analyze, just roll with it). I don't believe he has any inhibitions. For some woman out there, he's the ideal man. Unfortunately, I doubt he'll ever shut up for long enough so she can tell him.
These are a few snippets from his life that add to my the portrait I am painting. I should hope they have illuminated more of the personage of K.D.
