my name is bronco. i live in chicago, where i've recently taken a room in a nice apartment with a couple of alright people. sometimes they take me out too late or too early, which pisses me off. but they're generous with the ice cubes and throw me a raw hide every now and then, so they're cool i guess. before here my time was spent with a good man. he gave me a name and a new hip. the old one didn't last too long. i was raised from birth with this man, starting in colorado (hence, the name), then some time on the california coast (damn them venice beach bitches) and onto the midwest. i spent some time with the police in my early years. they trained me in their ways and taught me some german. if you deliver a pizza or thai food to my house, i'll be the first face you see. i like people though...there's always a bunch sleeping here, which is cool. i like the company and they usually bring some good conversation with them...i stay away from their juice though. i learned in '92 what that shit can do to ya. haven't touched it since. our other roommate's a tabby. the little bitch tries to attack me half the time. for the most part things are pretty chill though. up, time to poop...more later!
