Rough-draft epitaph?

If I were to write a short biography, how would it best explain my (idea of) self? Relatively simply. Born on the West Coast but raised in New York State. I don't think I could ever be sick of the snow but I didn't shovel much as a child... I relate moreso to the beauty of the fresh snowfall than the reality of the slushy aftermath when it melts. Maybe I'm just an optimist.

Currently, I reside in the Bay Area of California with my funny, lovely little lady and our wonderful fur babies; a cantankerous and affectionate boxer dog and (only recently), and two young rescue cats who like playing with shoelaces and biting feet. On the other pages of Gotham Harbor, you would find a few hobbies that I'm enthusiastic about. The aspect of life that carries the most weight with me is family. I have  wonderful parents, some amazing aunts and uncles, an irreplaceable brother and a sister and their respective partners, wonderful and rare people.

I'm happier in a dirty garage than a clean office. I drink, smoke, curse and seek the moonlit drives and backroads whenever the opportunity arises. The things I love, I share with those close to me and I'm no stranger to sacrifice for the greater good. I spend my free time as joyfully as I am able, folks looking from the outside may see me as an old soul or a kid at heart depending on the moment. Every day I try my damndest to live and love as much as my tired bones will allow. Shouldn't you?