i play ice hockey for the london devils when my busy schedule permits. being on the road alot i try to go to as many museams as i can. i try not to watch too many tv programs as my plan is to save all the shows for when im old and in a retirement home. that being said, i do tend to watch the news and sporting events alot. well you cant really save those. can you?
myself, 15 years from now, so we could laugh at all the things that i worry about right now. we'd have beers and giggle which is weird for him because he doesnt drink much these days. i'd want to ask about the eye patch but i'd be unable to put in the conversation politely so i would'nt try to. it would only be when we switched to the whiskey that whilst i was attempting to put "run to the hills" on the juke box that he'd sucker punch me in the back of my head for fucking his life up so much. im glad i made his life shit. old me seems like an asshole
my tastes are quite varied but the two true genius's that walk amongst us are mike patton and gord downie. also, i now belive the only man who can sort out the problems in iraq is jerry lee lewis. hear me out, a free concert with all the people that guested on last man standing. then have the killer end the show by showing that explosives arent just useful in car bomb making but you can also use them to blow up your piano at the end of star studded extravaganza. then axl and slash re-unite on stage as jerry plays a slow version of civil war and while they stare lovingly into each others eyes. see sunnis, kurds and shia. if the gunners can get along cant you at least try.oh, and also. if you enjoy my work here. please read my column for juke box http://jukebo.cx/archives/2007/02/17/killer-be-killed/
i have recently gotten heavily into the marx brothers. i dont know why. i suppose its more productive than wanking
sports, news, and the ocassional babe station interlude
im currently reading slashs' auto biography. its solid. i can recommend it to any one, even if you dont like guns and roses. although, if you suffer from that horrible affliction then maybe its time for you to excuse yourself from this party we call life. your just wierding everybody out
mom, dad, and iron man (in no particular order)