yours truly
I’ve been called many things by many people over the years, but the one thing I know with unparalleled certainty is that cunts were never nice to me and assholes have always disliked me. The thing is I stopped telling lies to save my skin since I broke my last antique porcelain vase back in ‘98 and I never quite got a hold of the get-along bullshity talk that folks spew in order to, you guessed it, score some oral sex (or “get along” to some people). To some that sort of political incorrectness, that others dare to call “speaking your mind”, has no place in this day and age and it is the reason why I’ve gathered minor and major hate incidents here and there. I usually just chalk it up to a condition that is a never before seen form of well target Tourette’s.
It is ok though. There are folks who would gladly, given the chance to say it against the barrel of my .45, say I am their friend. A couple of misfits in their own right scattered by the gust of wind from moving four times in the same number of years.
Before the probably misspelled and seemingly unprovoked internet rants begin, and I jump from virtual nothingness into worldwide stardom you should know a couple of things.
I am a sucker for rehashing the past. I do believe my best years are behind me and the mission for the time we have left on this dog pound we call a planet is to learn as much witty trivia and drink as much malty beer as the body can withstand.
The trivia is you still have a knowledgeable conversation while we as a species drink ourselves into oblivion. I also appreciate a good argument and regard things as interesting before I judge them on any other category and even when the facts are above my baccalaureate education, just as long as they are facts.
welcome.