Well, it was about that time, I realized that I had stopped liking Fast & Furious movies, and any PoP music. I realized that I had been eating more salads and all around bland food, yelling at neighborhood kids for stepping on the grass, listening to classic rock, going to bed early, calling FO's "Kid, Chief, Son, and Sport", and driving the speed limit.

So on that day, I purposely drove the minivan crossover hybrid POS thingy into the ditch, set it on fire, and went out and bought a b!tchin sweet poon magnet Super Musclecar (on credit). I shaved out the greyhairs, dyed the rest, and gave myself frosted blonde tips. I got a hip gangster tattoo on my neck (that #%=_€in HURT!), made it rain at a strip club (FFR, stay away from Staletto's in Dallas. They won't let you throw change... WTF!?!?) Hired a hooker to try some blow with, but she turned out to be a COP! Quit my job to become a cook at Twin Peaks,andpart time strip club DJ. That was a bad idea...

Thanks for ruining my life LVA!!!!