About Me
I like to smoke cigarettes. Its like a hobby of mine. And for you ladies out there, I have .37 cents in the bank. I came from Mexico. I am not Mexican. I am a Spaniard from Spain. My family was force out of Spain by the Catholic Religon in the 16 hundreds. We migrated to Canada, settling for a breif moment and then packing up and traveling down the West Coast and finding ourselves in Mexico. Where I was born and rasied as a White/Mexican/Indaian boy. My father cockasian/indian decent and my mother a hispanic/indian decent. Soon I would find work at the age of 12, where I found myself.. smack dab in the middle of the adult entertainment industry... Where I stated out small, by lining the donkey up for the all to famous "Donkey Show". But, in no time at all I was lining the girl and the donkey up and soon, sooner than I expected. I was running my own donkey show at the age of 14. At the age of 15 I was a professional. Ready to move on to bigger and better. I was ready for L.A. but, soon after my arrival, L.A. was asking itself "if it was ready for me"? Of-corse I answered the question, not with words..o no... All I had to do is let it flop! So, I grew a mustache and Named myself Cockasian Erine, porno-star. I grew worried-some of the business around the age 19. So, I did what any 19 year old would do. I went to Northen-California. Humbolt County to be exzact. All the While my parents were getting their citizenship in the United States. They packed up and they moved to a farm in Mayberry, Nebraska. All the mean while I am having the time of my life in Humbolt. I was right there, elbows deep in a controlled Chaos. It felt like no ends of the "fear & loathing", I felt. In the middle of it all I found my-self finding God, Jesus, and the Holy spirit. And I ask for forgiveness and HE for-gave me. So But, that was then, this is now. Now, you will find me out on a farm "THE HOSPITAL RANCH" in Mayberry, Nebraska. As a retired porno star, You'll find me shooting clay rocks in the nude w/ my 12 gauge Benelli shot gun and chain smoking "marlboro mediums" while sipping "scotch whiskey" and only playing the best music "Johnny Cash". I didn't want to cut the porn stache, so, I didn't. I got a good girl who takes care of me. She's my Sugar Mama. I don't know what I'd do with out her. I met her on one of my whiskey binders. She met Mr. Whiskey, full on, full thorttle,full force. I Love her and She knows when I drink whiskey I am a total professional. Nothing Less ............................................................ ............................................................ ............................................................ ........ ............................................................ ............................................................ .............."White Trash entertains White Trash" Captain JAWZ........................................................ ............................................................ ............."Any doubts from you will stop you from becoming a millionaire. Lose of faith means lose of millionaire belief.I've seen so many people in my life who wish or hope to be a millionaire. "Wish" and "hope" is not going to bring you to success. "Wish" and "hope" is not compelling enough to push you through.Those who just "wish" or "hope" to be a millionaire will ultimately quit the journey or they will go into something easier, like lottery or gambling, "hoping" to strike it rich.A Majority of the people will choose the easy path. That's why 90% of the population remains poor. Or maybe theres the thought of the wealthy conspiring to keep their wealth?I could keep naming cold hard facts but, then it would just look like a long list of jeilous excuses, and, Shit I don't want that. Statistic shows that the total wealth of the top 10% of the population is more than the total wealth of the 90% of the population and these numbers are so lop-sided that it puts these so called "poor people" in the bent-over Position. Ready at all times for entry. Defintion of ENTRY: So tired, after a life-time of being nine-to-five zombie slaves. That the zombie slave is Ready and Willing for anything to-be jamed up their ass, repeataly! Most of them have lost all feeling and basic insincts and will let any-thing pass: :The ones who do try to fight it, wish and hope its money being jamed up their cracks, because, we all would like an ass-load of money. But, in time they break you and to-many souls have been broke'in, All because of this paper money that is back by paper money. We play with everyday. Hoping, Wishing, to stike this paper money at any moment, around any conner, behind any Durg-Store counter with the machine that hisses & spits out a ticket, just like a Cobra, the snake preforms for a dollar and you must pay the lady after it has hissed and spit. You can also, tell the lady your Lucky Serect Numbers and then the lady will relay the secret numbers to the snake threw an erotic belly massage with her fingers tips. I'm not against Gambling and I'm not against playing the lottery, and, even if I did have a $Million Dollars$, I would still participate in these traditional games of chance. Fuc it, double my mill up, shit maybe, Quintuple it up. Why not, Why not? I see America as "One BIG FUCKING LAS VEGAS". Dr JAWZ ............................................................ ............................................................ ..................."I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours." Hunter S. Thompson
