Simply put, he knows about gravity merely by reputation.
If you want to find Patrick, look to the rooftops, and the fire escapes of downtown Seattle.
Patrick is also a cartoonist, with a published graphic novel called Noir coming out in late August.
Currently, Patrick is training night and day to become a great traceur, which is his ultimate goal these days.
I'm very frustrated right now. And the Backstreet Boys are NOT helping. *promptly shuts off my iTunes.*
You're my best friend. You and me, BFF. But right now? Not so much. I'm trying to show you that you aren't the only one having bad times about this, and you return my efforts to me covered in sarcasm and derision.
Well fuck you, thanks a heap for showing me the thanks I deserve for trying to do something decent. Wanna know why I've been a total asshole for the past six years? And this goes beyond how I was taken out of my homeland, forced into a foreign system full of cold and unfriendly people, and hated for that fact. It goes beyond the deaths of my friends. It's really quite fucking simple. I've been a bastard and a jerk to all of you because that's all I've known. SHOW ME SOME GODDAMN KINDNESS and maybe, just MAYBE. I'll return the favor.
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NEWS
Patrick is out of commission for a while, as of 4:15 PM, Sunday August 12 following a severe injury to his lower back.
He was performing a backflip and his rotation was too fast; he overshot the landing and impaled the small of his back on a spike coming off a fence.
He wants everyone to know that sadly no, he didn't get it on camera, but it looked cool as fuck, and he'll be back on the streets soon.
