Jeff Jeffison

I love my wife-to-be and our daughter that is. I smile just thinking about them -- and frown when they frown. And when others frown too. My gramp once told me that "You can't help someone by saving them." Godit. I think. I miss the dude. And see his death as a purpose, not an accident. The duck let him die because that was his "job." Good job, Duck. Dick. But. I understand that killing creates jobs: no disease, no jobs, no money, no economy, no America -- the ultimate killing machine! And regardless of who's leading it, I feel lucky to be here. Freedom of speech and thought [rules], which I tend to make my own up. The art of living. And sometimes I wish I had more artistic talent. I'd like to be a tattoo artist. Love that sh... stuff! But, as my lovely #1 said to me in the sack once: "What's straight in your eyes... is a little crooked in mine." Goodnight, babe. Xoxo. Now here I lie at the end of my day with nothing to impress you with but what I've learned from you, which is: "New boobs equals new friends"; and "If you can talk about [it]... [it]'s not real." :)