About me? Who am I?

Tough questions.

Born in ‘95. More or less tall. Son to two, brother to one, friend to whoever throws a smile and antagonist to those who don’t laugh at life ‘cause they know nothing. I guess I’m a copywriter. Quick mind, lazy hands and if you give me a little space, you won’t even see me get past you. Magnificent domino player. If I opened a restaurant, no Michelin star, but no culinary anarchist either, you get me? Great observer, which turns me into an insight-spotter by accident and typo’s worst enemy by obsession. Survived one of the world’s most dangerous surgeries out there: appendix removal. I’m funny. Or I try to be. But not too much. I hate pigeons but I don’t think they like me either, so... Oh yeah, aisle-seat pro seater. Did I mention football is life or…?