I was never good at these "About Me" things.
Nor am i ever good at paying attention to social networking websites.
my father taught me one thing: how to fire a gun.
i don't bother. this is survival for fun.
i have become the most sinister sin city slicker, cynical dim witted trickster, critical shit-grinning hipster.
whisper into my earhole, tell me not to be fearful. be careful.
not to make
any.
sudden.
movements.
show me your sole.. i like to study shoe prints.
you've stepped on me before!
look, i've never had a dream in my life. a dream is what you want to do but still haven't pursued. i knew what i wanted and did it until it was done, so i've been the dream that i wanted to be since day one.
January 11, 1906 – April 29, 2008
RIP
