I'm a 37 year old Italian man currently living in Las Vegas.

I grew up in in a suburb of Los Angeles and bounced all around Southern California.  My ideal place to live would be in a cabin out in the woods somewhere with a view of a lake.  Lake Tahoe sounds about right.

I'm a Star Wars fanatic (thanks to my brother taking me to see it back in 1977) and I thoroughly love movies and stories that visualize the impossible.  I even have a couple authentic looking costumes which you can see here and here.  And no, I'm not a Trekker.  Yech! But I do like the new reimagined Battlestar Galactica series.

I have worked as a waiter, bartender, barback, cocktail server, bouncer and door man.  I've done it all folks.  Now I'm at The Hard Rock Hotel were in Las Vegas and work as a trainer sometimes supervisor.

I'm a spiritual person that believes in a rational God.  You have heard the term ying and yang, right?  Night and day, life and death?  You can't have one without the other.  "How come God allows evil to happen?"  Because how would you know the difference from good and bad if everything was good?  Apparently the Christians prefer the saying, God works in mysterious ways.  Let's not be misleading.  The answer is right there in front of you.  They just choose not to look at it since Occam's Razor (easiest explanation tends to be the right one) isn't thundering from the clouds.

My goals in life are to find the right guy and to settle down and have a family with.  To achieve the best I can be and to live my life to the fullest.  Right now, I have a great dog named Abbigale.  She has a squeak-toy and you can imagine the constant squeak-squeak-squeak I hear.

For fun I do family genealogy with a cousin of mine.  We leave no Riolo or Carbone left behind.  I also go to the gym, collect Star Wars figures, some Transformers, and enjoy all forms of music.  I love my Playstation 3 and I am currently watching the entire season of Bewitched on DVD.  Right now I am on Season 3 as I type this.

A really good poem by Pablo Neruda:

If You Forget Me

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon,

at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas,

light,

metals,

were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours

that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you

little by little.

If suddenly you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners that passes through my life,

and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.

But

if each day, each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.