Happy 28th, sucks don’t it. Here we are propelling through life and all we can do is count the &^%$ing years as they exit our lives. One might see this in a different light and say “Oh, its 28 years of experience and I have that under my belt.” Well what do you want for that, A *^%*ing metal?

I see it as a Big *&*@ing clock, counting down to your final resting day. Makes me want to go out there and run a &#^$ing muck all over the world. Face it, if you know the day that you’re gonna die, time place and all, wouldn’t you do the same. I can see that weird look on your face like “does he know when he’s gonna die?” and the answer is “No”. Thats why I run a muck every day and do something really crazy so I can say, “yea man, I did that and shit yea, It was cool.” Like this morning, I took the trash out and emptyied it on my neighbor lawn. Actuall the trash bag broke on my way to the dumpster but I was not cleaning that shit up. Hey, You live once, and thats another thing off my list that I can check off. My neighbor’s a pisser anyway.

But life is really getting to that stage where my eyebrows refuse to work, you know, like I’m surprise. Every good thing and bad thing, even the better ones and the worst, is like “eeehhhhh, another sec, anouther min, another hour, another day, etc.” Get my point. Well thats enough of that. Will and Nadia, I thank you, for giving me th opportunity to vent and rant on. But seriously my Brother, make these days count, enjoy everyday like its your birthday. Tomorrow, empty your trash bag on your neighbors lawn and tell that @#$$%er, “hey, it my %$#@ing birthday, so let me be. LOL.