It all started with Guns N’ Roses, when oft-diffident pop music missionary Jerry surrendered to the seduction of the hard rock band’s vocals and guitar melodies. Now a guiltless rock fanatic, Jerry often pretends to belt out riffs like Keith Richards or Jimi Hendrix. When hunger sets in from his tireless duck walking, Jerry dejectedly nurses his voracious appetite for Japanese fare with a treat of prawn paste chicken on the side. Easily enraptured by the peculiar, he often shuts himself in to spend time in the unsettling world of Japanese animation and novels. A day of earnest work, if and when it comes, ends by his affinity with late-night scotch appreciation. Find out more about the next mosh pit he’ll be stuck in by following @soongj on Twitter while looking beyond his virtual schizophrenia.