Im Gerry B. Jesus, Im this short dood that lives in the mountains (no silly... not like a Dwarf... but similar). I like to do nothing, but I have a job that requires "responsibility" so I strive to make sure Im rockin out on all engines to keep on top of my "responsibilities" but lets be honest, pot heads and responsibility do not really go together. People say Im funny, I take their word for it because I would like to think I have a trait that makes me worth hanging out with, I cant do a cartwheel but I can to a forward handspring, so if you like guys that are really awesome at Cartwheels just stop reading right now cause Im not the one for you. I remember once I did a Cartwheel in 8th grade and everyone was so stoked that this short fat kid could actually show gymnastic potential, but I suppose as I kept getting fatter through my highschool years the ability to run in sideways - do a hand stand and then follow through while remaining sideways became more and more impossible with each double cheese burger and litre milkshake. I can hardly even attempt Cartwheels anymore because I have a poopy shoulder (Sure a snowboard helmet might save your head but when you start yard saling down the hill all it protects is your brain cavity) that dislocates when ever it feels that Im not loving it enough. That split second of allowing all my weight to rest on the loosest and flimziest joint of my body scares me and is my deterent for trying to improove at Cartwheels. Im not fat anymore though... I snowboard when ever I can and looove downhill and cross country mtn biking, I love them more than I love you (unless I have told you otherwise). Did you learn anything about me? Probably not.
Amendment: After 6 years of being a mountain man Ive moved back to New Liskeard Ontario for fall 06, and soon to move to Australia in Nov so see you fuckers then!
