Eric Phillips

I could be enjoying invigorating caffeine after being seemingly transported right next to la tour Eiffel.

However, it's also possible that I'm imagining myself in the midst of thousands, stroking the air into song. Don't be surprised if you hear the sizzling of succulent meat while in the corridors of my domain. I could be in church.

Complete comprehension of the complexity regarding the human mind is a slippery slope into the depths of my ambition. There is nothing more comforting than enjoying a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, in the presence of interesting company.

Aligning my success with the success of others. The Man who creates masterpieces in the kitchen, makes pine-sol look like 409 cleaner, tickles even the most stubborn ivories, understands the complexities of wine, utters sweet nothings in French, dances like he's in Mexico, sleeps between gold and roses, appears to be out of an express advertisement, and instills burning desire by affectionately vibrating his vocal chords only faces 1 challenge when searching for a mate.....