g9

You see that shady old man sitting in the corner over there? Yeah, the one whose face is shrouded in a cloud of cigarette smoke and a cacophony of porno sounds? Yeah...yeah, that was me not too long ago; I was your typical frat boy turned comic book junkie, wasting my days playing Dungeons and Dragons and watching old Battlestar Galactica reruns on the SciFi channel. But let me ask all of you bad ass, dice rolling wannabes something...do you really think you have what it takes? Do you have what it takes to eat a whole box of yodels without even breaking a sweat? Do you have what it takes to wear the same t-shirt for 16 days straight, or to let the lint collect in your belly button like so many lost dreams on a starry Tuesday afternoon? Do you have what it takes to be on a first name basis with the folks at the Arby's drive-thru? No...no, I didn't think so. So till all of you poseurs check yourselves, I remain faithfully yours...G9. Represent, foo's.