About me? Who am I?

Tough questions.

Born in ‘95. Moreless 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 dominoes’ player. If I opened a restaurant, I wouldn’t have a Michelin star, but I also wouldn’t be considered a culinary anarchist, you get me? Also a great observer, which turns me into an insight-spotter machine and typo’s worst enemy. I came out alive from one of the most risky 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 all good. Aisle-seat-on-planes enthusiast. Did I mention football is life or…?