what up, my name's Dave and i sometimes call myself Magic Ninja (my rap name). I prefer to be called Holzy cuz there's entirely too many Daves in the world. I don't see the point in all the crazy super-private profile bullshit, i use a little system called "tell people to shut the fuck up" and it tends to work and if it doesn't work, there's always the block user thing, i kinda dig blockin' users. I'm the type of dude that lets you know what's on my mind, be it directly or indirectly (like, body language). I'm good at gettin' inside your head and fuckin' wit you. i'm a lefty, i have a very unusual belief system and a couple of complex insecurities which makes it hard for people to really get to know me (or want to get to know me). aside the bullshit though i'm a simple man. i'm into chillin' out, maxin' and relaxin', elevated states of mind, drunken rowdiness, disturbin' tha peace, fightin' the good fight n fightin' for what's right, captain n coke, jin n juice, hackey-sack, hip-hop, cracker jack, flip-flops, complex rhyme shit (tech n9ne bitch!), video games, makin' money, kickin' it wit chicks, makin' friends with people that know the definition of "being able to keep it real" cuz those kinds of people are really hard to come by, subtle misunderstood intelligence, silent dignity, changin' the tides with positive vibes, and not getting arrested.
what i can't stand:
immaturity. money moochers. anyone who's louder and more obnoxious than me. shady behavior. the kind of people who whisper shit to each other while other people are around them, and the kind of people that find ways to secretly make fun of someone while they're right there and then think they have no clue what's going on (see 'shady behavior'.) compulsive liars. arrogance//people that are entirely too full of themselves. pill-heads, cokeheads, crackheads, dope fiends. fake people//back-talkers//two-faced behavior. if you're the kind of person that can't confront me when you have some kind of problem, don't even talk to me. i honestly have no issue cutting friendships with a person, especially fake ones. i've done it hundreds of times and haven't looked back yet. oh yeah, and i hate Hollister with a furious passion. while you preppy-asses spend 80 bucks for your hollister jeans, i drop 15 for 'em at forman mills and i STILL look fresher than you. what now, bitches.
