What is there to say about me? Anyone that knows me is aware of how I just love to talk, especially about myself. Not that I'm coincided or anything, It's just that I like telling stories and usually they involve some crazy or stupid situation I have been able to survive. Lord knows I should have died a thousand deaths by now. I guess I just figure that if you spend your time worrying about death then you are wasting it by not living. This might sound as though I look for trouble intentionally. Not true! I just seem to find myself drawn to it subconsciously. Hell, I've had a very interesting life so I am not complaining. It's this attitude that has led me to really discover the person that I am. I really like this person and I think that most people I meet do too. Not to toot my own horn, but I have yet to meet a person who thought I was a jerk or just plain lame. If they have then they have done a good job of hiding it. Then again, everyone has someone who dislikes them so there is probably one person out there plotting my destruction. That’s pretty cool! Everyone should have and archenemy to keep things interesting. I should go find mine and start some shit with them. My life has been a bit tame lately.
Anyway, I am a very nice guy, (sometimes too nice) so I tend to get along with everyone. In general I think I am an interesting, fun and out going guy. I could be wrong, but if I was boring than I probably would not get invited to hang out with people as often as I do. Plus the Lampshade picture is the kind of proof that really sells my story, he he. It could be that people just invite me along for comic relief, (I am a bit of a dork and tend to fall down a lot) but I would like to think that tit's cuz I am likeable. If anyone is actually reading this and you find that I might be someone who you might like to talk to than holla. Write me a message and I will respond. I think it’s rude not to respond to people so I will defiantly get back to you. Oh yeah, if you happen to see my boys in your neighborhood than holla, but be carefull of my dog Elmo. He just stopped giving a fuck when those dudes took out his boy Mr. Hooper. "Sesame Strat foh life G!"
