topher...some ponder the thought being the flipside of christopher. simple. others argue its merely a rolling stone. maybe so? slaying the net with my powerbook G4 while chillin in my aquajet 5000, i pound shots of tuaca in search of a heart of gold. my greatest past-time. this ridonkulous activity carries on for years before i realize its time to motivate. in flashback, i see the oscar meyer weiner mobile pass by. i grab my whistle. a handle rushes past. out of the corner of my eye a glance. nearly passing me by, my arm extends. my grip tightens and life has me by the balls...some say thats one hell of a grip while others haven't a clue.
