I'm more honest than friendly.
Now that that's outta the way...Hailing from Sacramento, California...I give to you...The One...The Only...The Deuce!
First, go ahead and give yourself a pat on the back. If you're reading this, then it's plain to see that you've found exactly what your bitch ass has been lookin' for, so sit back, relax, and cuddle up with yours truly.
I'm not gonna go into a long-winded explanation about who I am...because it's played out. I can sit here and say anything in an attempt to convince you that I'm worth your time (although you're probably not worth mine), but the fact of the matter is that regardless of what I say here, you're going to draw your own conclusions as to who I am and what makes me tick, so I'll stick to the basics.
I'm a Juggalo. And when I say I'm a Juggalo, I ain't talkin' about them new-era Hot Topic cats. I'm an asshole.
I think too much...and on top of that, nothing is just black and white, which leaves me over-analyzing everything to death, thus causing it to come back as a zombie thought and at that point there's nothing I can do but put a bullet in its Godamn head.
I have a tendency to think out loud, so I get to ranting quite regularly. Fun times, right?
I blush in excess. Someone's always sayin' somethin' to make me turn bright ass red...
I have too many friends and acquaintances, so it's frustrating tryin' to disperse my time fairly. Just don't get butthurt if I slack on staying in touch from time to time and we'll be good.
I'm trying to be as ready as possible for when zombies start runnin' shit. It's gonna fuckin' happen you cocksuckers, and KNOW that when YOU come tryin' to eat my flesh, I won't hesitate to bash your fuckin' brains in, buddy!
"And remember... The only person that can kill a ninja...is another ninja."
