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All kinds of music...Music is everything! Riding dirtbikes and quads in the dunes, Camping, and getting drunk camping riding quads, good people, weird people, Old school cars, old school cars, old school cars, motorcycles, Traveling, theres more but i forgot!a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"
Tim Armstrong, old school mobster men, my Dad when he was young, the Man of my dreams, and Mr. Montgomery my music teacher whos in heaven! And as he would tell us "Just keep say'n...BOOTS-SKATS...See, any lil white kid can have Rythym!" I miss U man!!!FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food. REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food. FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong. A REAL FRIENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn we fucked up but that shit was fun!" FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back. REAL FRIENDS: Keep your shit so long they forget its yours. FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you. REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you. FAKE FRIENDS: Are for a while. REAL FRIENDS: Are for life. FAKE FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough. REAL FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste." FAKE FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you. A REAL FRIENDS: Will knock them the fuck out.
Transplants, Op-ivy, rancid, 30 seconds to mars, Anti hero, Tork, monitone sickness, pantera, murder city devils, blood for blood, murder city devils, flogging molly, gotta say Pantera one more time! alice in chains, mad sin, anti flag, ol modest mouse, deftones, social D, T.S.O.L. clutch, shit.....dont know!
ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN
THE I MISS NICHOLE SHOW... Im so sad to leave Sacramento after meeting the coolest chic. life is Fucking odd sometimes, but everything happens for a reason!Luv ya Chic!
THE VAGOS BABY!YOU GUYS WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART!"What Hurts The Most"I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house That don’t bother me I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while Even though going on with you gone still upsets me There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok But that’s not what gets meWhat hurts the most Was being so close And having so much to say And watching you walk away And never knowing What could have been And not seeing that loving you Is what I was tryin’ to doIt’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go But I’m doin’ It It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone Still Harder Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret But I know if I could do it over I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart That I left unspokenWhat hurts the most Is being so close And having so much to say And watching you walk away And never knowing What could have been And not seeing that loving you Is what I was trying to doWhat hurts the most Is being so close And having so much to say And watching you walk away And never knowing What could have been And not seeing that loving you Is what I was trying to doNot seeing that loving you That’s what I was trying to do