The truth is......

Sometimes i like going to the gym to work out, then i go to my car and get lit. After I'm nice and toasted i go back in the gym and sit in a massage chair.

Seriously.

My red power ranger better have a T-Rex on his chest, otherwise no dice.

Hell Yeah i own a Chevy Nova.

Fuck yeah, i own a Nova. It may look like shit on the inside, and it may questionably smell like cheesy motor oil, but that bitch is mine. Sometimes, i have to charge and re-charge the battery but motherfuckers stop me like 'whoa' just to tell me how nice the car is. It's a hell of a thing. I've put about two-thousand dollars into it and i don't regret a single dime. Maybe one day i'll own an electric car. It would be awesome if i did. Until then I'm going to milk this Nova for everything he's got (That's right my cars is a dude. Pablo CasaNova).

Moments in Altruism.

My son spilled milk on the tile floor today. I looked at him and said, "It's official you're grounded and you've ruined Christmas."

The first post (of one too many). Hopefully the last.

My uncle was in the same prison as Charlie Manson. That shit is pretty crazy.