CHAZY-BOY

There are a number of sick people out there who wish to be referred to as my "friends" on myspace. I want it to be known that we are not friends and probably never will be. If your intrusions into my private life do not come to an end soon, I will feel compelled to bash your fucking face in and slice you open like a dead pig.Yonkers really is a bitch of a place to grow up in. We either come from our small tight knit Irish/Italian nieghborhoods or are straight out of the fuckin' jungle. Half the motherfuckers I grew up with are fucked up beyond all recognition. Everyone from this city must be paying for some serious sins in our past lives. So we're all pot-head peace-corp loving hippies, emo fags, senseless baggy pantsed wiggers, drunk sluts, or little wierdo goth kids painted up in black make up like some kind of fuckin' clown. When you're surrounded by people in such sates of emotional chaos, you find yourself desperately needing to rebel. And you fall in with the small number of people around who think like you. So, here's to the boys who never became obsessed with themselves and always managed to stay casual. This one's for you. Cheers fuckers...

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