Broken and humbled by life

So, you're wondering who the hell Skittles is? Yeah, me too. The name is a long story, and I don't feel like typing it. Ask one of the other Knott's monsters or check out the California Monster Exchange. I got on this because I saw alot of people I know doing stupid ass things like making themselves into more than what they are. Who are you trying to impress? Damn, be happy with who you are, if people don't accept it, FUCK THEM! Just look at me, people have a hard time with my overwhelming positive attitude, so I stab them in the face with a screwdriver when they mouth off! I don't have many friends, and I know that's quite a shock, but the friends I do have, I hold dearer than life itself. I also have four bright spots in my life; My wife, you guys know her as Wench, and my three beautiful children. God help them for having me as a father! Wenchie is the only woman who both understands me, and puts up with my shit! Okay, so what drives me? Halloween, monsters, hot rods, the devil and Johnny Cash (God rest the soul of the Man In Black). I'm a street monster at Knott's Scary Farm's Halloween Haunt. Go if you haven't been. I'm in the Silver Bullet Mine Town. Just listen for the sound of the chainsaw and I won't be far away from him. Myself and a few dear friends are working on my dream car, a 1967 Lincoln Continental. When she's done, she'll be a 1000+ horsepower, fire-breathing monster! Why a Lincoln? Because there's a shitload of the usual Camaros, Mustangs, Chargers, Novas, etc. and that's great! But, I'm doing it because no one, and I mean no one in their right mind thinks of making a 6000lb car do an 8 second quarter mile! Do it because it's different kids, not because it's trendy! Okay, I'm done, now go be who you are and FUCK THOSE WHO DON'T ACCEPT YOU! Love,The tattooed devil man.