I am Lars, my nickname is Larsiachi. No one calls me Larsiachi, if they call me anything other than Lars they call me Larsy, which I like as well. I am half Norwegian and half Italian, but since my mothers family has been living in Panama for generations I consider myself half Panamanian instead. I had cancer in my eye when I was three and have been living with a prosthetic eye ever since. I have no problem with it. I like to ride my bike and listen to good music, and some bad music. I also enjoy some recreational drugs. Please talk to me, I have a lot to say.

Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here. - Al Pacino (Scent of a Woman)

Rock, Alternative Rock, 90's Alternative, Reggaeton, Dub Reggae, Classic Rock, 60's Rock, 70's Rock, Rap, Led Zeppelin

Scent of a Woman, Fight Club, Pulp Fiction, Silence of the Lams, Requiem for a Dream

The Simpsons (before the great fall in quality), Family Guy, Nip/Tuck, Talk Sex

Life of Pi, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, James and the Giant Peach